I am awful at directions. I mean awful.
Unless you can tell me how to get somewhere in relation to a Target or Panera, all hope is lost.
Thank goodness I was born in this techy decade of GPS abundance. Otherwise, I’d tire out quite a few horse and buggies on my “adventures.”
I’m living in Charlotte this summer and it is quite a change from my hometown where there’s THE Target and THE grocery store. No no no. Harris Teeters are on every corner in this city. Like, every.single.one. Gone are the lifelines of, “Yeah, turn by the Harris Teeter and it’s right there,” leaving this girl a little dizzy. But it’s exciting. If taking a different exit home every day because they all look the same is your kind of party.
So my IPhone GPS and I have become quite close this summer. I will not tell you how many weeks I had to use it to get from my house to work. Mainly because those days haven’t passed yet. 🙂
I’ve gained some trust with my GPS through all of these experiences, but some days I think it’s just plain crazy.
“In 2.7 miles, make a U-Turn.” Uh-oh. Panic button. Stop the car. In my mountain girl mind, this means you are wrong, turn around because you have once again been defeated navigationally by an electronic device smaller than your head.
But in Charlotte, that’s not so much the case.
They have these big fancy cement dividers (feel free to insert official term here…) to direct and separate traffic lanes. So, sometimes, when my GPS announces, “In 2.7 miles, make a U-turn,” it doesn’t mean I’ve done something wrong. It simply means I have to go a little further around the road block to get to where I need to be. Panicking and turning around before I have gone the full 2.7 miles won’t help even though I may think it will. My GPS knows what’s ahead, and even though I am trusting it to guide me, I doubt and question its accuracy. Is it taking me to where I actually want to go? Or did it misread my instructions?
It wasn’t until I was helpless in the middle of a parking lot who knows where that I realized my attitude toward my GPS is a lot like my attitude toward God. I think that if I type in the directions of where I want to go, much like going to church, praying and doing good things, followed by Pressing Go, will get me there. I follow the directions, step by step, until I am told to make a U-Turn. A U-Turn? Say that, Lord? Do that, God? Oh, anything but that. I don’t have the time. That’s not where I’m supposed to go. I had a plan and I was depending on you getting me there, and now I’m not so sure anymore.
But what if…there’s an unseen roadblock. What seems like the long or wrong way around things, could end up being your saving grace. Or the sweetest, most wild adventure you never would have dreamed up yourself. Jesus doesn’t have to “recalculate” based on your circumstances or your reactions. And you don’t have to double check his work along the way.
At the end, you will reach your destination. It may not have been the place you originally planned, but you can trust that it is where you are meant to be. You won’t have to turn around. This is a one way street, and all He’s asking you to do is hold on tight and enjoy the wind blowing in your hair.