When To Consult Your GPS

“What you do now is take a left down there at the blinking light.  Go about a mile and some change (what does that even mean?) and then take a right.  Keep on till you see the purple polka-dotted windmill, then bear left at the fork in the river. As soon as you see the unicorn, it’ll point you in the right direction.”

Have you ever received directions like this?

Being lost is frustrating enough.  Asking for directions and then receiving ones that don’t seem quite right, doesn’t help.

Every so often, I find that my map’s directions aren’t clear enough.  Maybe the terrain isn’t exactly as the map described it to be. It could be that I simply missed the street sign that I was supposed to be looking for. Possibly, new roads have been created since the map was published.

Whatever the case, every once in a while, I find myself lost.

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Stopping to ask for directions is usually very helpful. And, although most of the people trying to help me along are well intentioned, being human and all, they’re bound to muck it up.

And when that happens? I pull out that map and get to readjusting my course.

Or, I ask Siri.

“Recalculating route,” is what her voice will tell me she’s doing.

That’s a good word, right there.

When I get off the beaten path, and I feel in my very soul that it’s a path that’s not really meant for me, I need to get some better directions.

Some Divine Direction.

So, I go to my Spiritual GPS.

The One Map that is always exactly right.

Every. Single. Time.

GPS might stand for “Global Positioning System” in this earthly world, but where This Map is concerned, GPS stands for something altogether different.

G – God-given

P – Prayerfully provided

S – Strategy

And the Lord knows that I need it! After all, it was He who created me in all of my Directionally Challenged wonderfulness. It was He who provided me with a stubborn streak dogged determination.  Put those two things together when you are traveling along and it equals needs God’s guidance!

Lots.

Oh, yes indeedy.

I’ve become wise to the fact that when I get to feeling lost, I need to quickly consult my Spiritual GPS.

And, when I do?

That unicorn can eat my dust!

Gettin’ a Feel for the Place

We have a long-standing tradition, in this family, of driving aimlessly around a new town, state, or area and “gettin’ a feel for the place”.  Now that we (and by “we”, I mean everyone who was ever in the car with us) are adults, of course, we call that phrase out for what it truly is.  It’s another version of “We’re lost.”.  But, since we resided with Captain Ahab, let’s just say that implying that we might possibly be lost wasn’t an option.

Driving around a new place as an adult, with children of my own, I now understand the wisdom in using that phrase.  It seems brilliant really.  Little voices piping up from the back 40 of the car to declare that surely we’re “really really close, soon”, make using that phrase seem even more wise.   Especially when we potentially have another four hours to go because we don’t know where in the blue blazes we are.  And while I don’t condone lying to children, this certainly seems more in line with giving them what they can handle.  As opposed to say, declaring that, “No Sweetchildren, we are LOST!  So inconceivably lost that we may not make it to where we are going until AFTER Christmas. And you know what that means Sweetchildren, don’t you? NO PRESENTS!”.  Just sayin’. It seems a tad kinder to just say, “We’re gettin’ a feel for the place.”. Don’t ya think?

And, I’ll have you know that we’ve taken to using this phrase whenever we find ourselves in a new or difficult-to-navigate situation.  Take, for instance, the times we are stuck in an airport for a delayed take-off.  This, friends, is NOT a fun way to kill a few hours when you have a cranky preschooler and an antsy eight year old.  However, by employing this simple phrase, we turn the whole ordeal into an adventure!  Or, take the times we are headed to see an old friend at a new house and our 20 minute drive turns into an hour-long trauma, sans emergency snacks, because I thought we’d only be in the car for 20 minutes – all of a sudden, pointing out new trees and cool sounding roads as we “get a feel for the place” takes the edge off.

Pretty stinkin’ brilliant Captain Ahab…  Once again, you’ve shown us how to stave off the mutiny for a while longer. And we shall. Yes indeedy!