Recalculating

Traveling with a group is fun.  We were filled with excitement and on our way to an evening promising good times with Natalie Grant and Chonda Pierce.  I was excited to be out with a group of adult women. No kids. No husband. No responsibility. Just the girls.

OK, so there was one little responsibility.  I was one of the drivers. I had co-pilots though to help me along. It wasn’t long though before we encountered our first navigational mishap. However, it was minor and we even managed to arrive at our destination before our other travelers in spite of our “detour.”

As we left dinner, we were headed to the main event.  Approximately one hour from home, I was familiar with the area, but it very general terms.  So, I activated the GPS on my phone. (Note: This was a first for me.) Likewise, one of my co-pilots input the data into her phone.

And that’s where the story goes downhill.

Her GPS and my GPS, both audibly giving commands, did not agree.  They had their own ideas about which way we should be going.  Then there was the driver in the car behind me, also part of our group.  I could see in my rear view mirror that she wanted me to turn left.  Only, my GPS did not agree with her either, so I continued a little further where I could turn around and get my bearings.  Meanwhile, some helpful directions echoed from the backseat.   

Overloaded with instructions, I wanted  — no, needed – to find the nearest parking spot. All I could hear were competing instructions.

This lane.

Turn left.

Not at this light.

Do a U-turn.

Turn right.

Pull in there.

Keep going this way.

Exasperated, I pulled over.  By then, everyone following (yes, I was leading the group of vehicles) had deserted me. Gone. Actually, I was relieved because I felt like an idiot and didn’t want to subject them to driving around in circles while I figured out what I was doing on this traffic filled street.

Recalculating – my brain, that is!

All was quiet and I could regroup. Fortunately, I had a car full of patient and forgiving riders.  We eventually laughed – they sooner than I.

As I reflected on what went wrong, it was clear that I had too much input from outside sources.  Most of it was conflicting and I was left to sort out the confusion.

Oh, how my life can be like this at times, especially when I’m struggling to make a decision. I call a friend, ask my husband, and start praying.  Sometimes, I even start looking for signs or let God know that if He could just send me a quick email or text I’d appreciate it.  I might read some books, try to Google something helpful in making the decision or even make a list of pros and cons.  But the reality is, I typically find my answer (or it finds me) in those quiet moments with God.

Quiet moments with God… they don’t happen often enough because usually I’m too busy talking to God and not listening.  Maybe that sounds strange to you.  Maybe you’re wondering what I’d hear if I took the time to listen.  It’s not an audible voice, but He does speak.  He brings to mind a verse.  Or He gives me a new thought that I hadn’t considered. He gives me clarity and peace.  It happens in a variety of ways, but I’m always reminded that His ways are best.  I’m reminded to seek Him because He’s interested in the big and small things of my life.  I’m reminded that He can be trusted to direct my path. 

I pray that you, too, seek Him for guidance, direction, and answers.  I pray that you stop to listen and then delight in His response. His ways are best – never conflicting, never misleading.  His ways will lead us to our destination.  I hope you enjoy the view along the way.

I call on you, O God, for you will answer me; give ear to me and hear my prayer. Psalm 17:6

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