Sometimes I wish that God would be a little clearer. You know, send me a sign, show up in a dream, deliver a lightning bolt – something subtle like that. I trust that God has a path laid out for me, but sometimes there’s so much fog that I’m not sure I’m going the right way. Joseph, Mary’s husband (probably the only man in the Bible identified through his wife), got one of those subtle little hints about his pregnant fiancé. An angel of The Lord appeared to him in a dream telling him not to abandon Mary because she was carrying God’s son. If that isn’t a sign from God, I don’t know what is. The angel’s appearance, though, isn’t the most remarkable thing to me; it’s more amazing that Joseph stayed with Mary. Pregnancy before marriage was more than a little taboo then; it was down right disgraceful. Joseph knew that the child Mary was carrying was not his, so, not only was she pregnant before marriage, but it seemed she had been unfaithful too. He was risking his character, honor, and life because of an angel in a dream. Yet, Joseph trusted the Lord and obeyed. He woke from his dream and “did what the angel had commanded him and took Mary home as his wife” (Matthew 1:24). Now, let’s face it, even with an angel pointing toward that path, it would be awfully hard to follow. Talk about a rough road. Joseph got the type of sign I have been craving. It makes me wonder: If God did give me a sign, would I be obedient? Maybe I already know where God is leading me, but I’m using the lack of a sign to avoid the difficult road. Could I be like Joseph and head down the foggy, rough road in obedience? I don’t need a sign, I need faith.