For nearly 3000 miles, that was the main view from the windshield of my mini-van...the yellow Penske moving truck Tom and his brother drove. Through rain, fog, sun, eight states and one scary detour through the Mojave desert that could easily have been the beginning of a horror movie, it was rarely out of my sight. It wasn't until we hit the San Joaquin Valley that we felt like we could take over the lead.
Why?
Because in that truck were the GPS and two phone with GPS capabilities.
In my mini-van?
There was a Cracker Barrel map.
Totally helpful if you needed an emergency cup of coffee and some fried apples, but not so much if you're looking for directions.
I didn't like.
Okay, that's an understatement...I really didn't like it. I hated it. I chaffed against it. I might have called the drivers of that yellow truck a few choice names (especially when they waited until the last minute to turn their turn signals on). I worrieed and fretted we'd get separated, and there was a fair amount of grumbling involved.
I don't like not knowing where I'm going. I like detailed and GPS and print-outs from Yahoo maps. I need lists and plans.
Finally...somewhere in Texas, I do believe, this verse kept running through my head...
Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path.
Psalm 119:105
And I realized...
following that yellow Penske, I knew just enough to get me where I was going (except for those few late turn signals). I got home, through nearly 3000 miles, just like I needed to.
Right now, I really don't know where God is taking us, but I'm following Him just like I did that Penske truck. We'll get there eventually and He'll never lead us in the wrong direction.
He's better about turn signals, too =)
Oh, how I love this...I needed exactly these words!!!
Posted by: chksngr | February 03, 2011 at 09:27 AM