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!

Traveling Home

“Where we love is home-home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.”  Oliver Wendell Holmes

I’ve been thinking about “home” a lot lately. I’m not entirely certain why.  Or which “home” I’m longing for.  My physical one down in sunny F.L.A.  Or my spiritual one in Heaven.  Maybe a little of both.  And, I surely hope that there is LOTS of sunshine and sand in Heaven.  But that’s another post for another day… One of my new favorite blogs is here. Her blog name really speaks to me. It reminds me that we are all just travelers, whether our journey is from the South to the North or from now to then.  And I appreciate those reminders.  It’s so easy to get stuck in a rut, or worse,  fall into a ditch along the way from here to there, isn’t it?

My Sweetchildren don’t yet know what it means to be travelers along the road of this life, other than their flights down to Florida to see The Nana and Captain Ahab.  Some of that is because of my Sweetboy’s limited ability (for a time!) to see beyond the “now”.  And some of it is because his sister is… well… four.  But, I want them to know that they are travelers in this life. I want them to find joy in the journey.  I want them to carve out a sense of purpose for their lives here and now.  I desperately want them to travel this life with as little baggage as possible.  And I want them to know that “wherever they go, there they are.”  And how to “bloom where they’re planted“. And all those good thangs!

But most of all, I want them to yearn for “home”.  And if we are so blessed, may our children’s idea of “home” be wherever we are, while still alive and breathing.  And where we finally will be when we’re not.  Yes indeedy.