Virginia is ready for a road trip!
I thought about the wrong direction in which I was headed, and turned around and came running back to you.
Late last year, while MIL is still doing well and living in her own home, Danny and make the trek together to Oxford to pay my mother a long-overdue, overnight stay. We agree to avoid the interstate at all costs, even though it means the trek will take longer, about an hour and a half longer than if we opt for the other take-your-life-in-your-hands route.
We arrive relaxed and rested, instead of tense and stressed. What could be better than that? Still, Danny has a hunch that there could be an even shorter way to drive home. Smart phone in hand, he peruses Google maps for possible paths to try.
When I see him beaming, I know at once Danny has struck gold. "It's fairly convoluted," he admits, "but I'm positive this way I've discovered will cut down on both time and miles for us."
Of course, I'm delighted, and can't wait to see what unfolds on this new journey. After all, I think, how complicated can it really be? Well, for this directionally-challenged woman, who barely understands how to use maps on my cell phone, I am definitely propelled way beyond my cognitive comfort zone.
This turns out, indeed, to be a pleasantly rural, and for the most part, intersection-fee ride, but I find myself thanking the Lord repeatedly that Danny's phone speaks the directions to him loud and clear. All the twists and turns, the changes in road names, even though they continue straight on, only serve to confound and confuse me.
And when if comes to driving this route with granddaughter, Virginia Rose, I'm a bundle of nerves. I don't trust my phone to work as it should, so Danny prints out written instructions for me. I can't tell you how many times I read and reread them before taking off.
Still, I'm feeling some trepidation, especially since I have such precious cargo on board with me.
I hate to confess this, but even with the printed instructions, I miss a turn here and there. (Yes, it's okay to laugh at this juncture.) But I pull over, consult the route once again, and correct my course, not without offering a prayer, or two, or three, for the guidance I need to reach my destination.
And reach it, we finally, and with great relief, do.
I don't know about you, but there is nothing more discombobulating to me than to be lost, heading in the wrong direction, not sure of the landmarks I need to note or how many miles to travel before expecting the next bend in the road. But I do know, for sure and certain, that when the vagaries of life coax me down the wayward path, the wrong direction, I can always rely on God's faithful map to bring me home: the Bible.
His Word turns me around, and has me running, full tilt, back to Him.
And it can do the same for you.
For no matter how lost we may feel in the moment, God will always show us, lovingly and eagerly, the right direction for our lives.