In the Dark

Isn't this the way that I came?  Steady beats and swishes by my wipers kept me company while I strained to find road signs that would reassure me.

I had lost my bearings and was two hours away from home.

 I'll go five more miles.  If I don't see anything familiar, I'll turn around.

Ten miles later and no safe place to pull over, I felt for my phone.   The  charger had not been working.  Without the phone, I couldn't use any of the car's SYNC system to guide me.  I had only had the car since last Spring and was still learning about it's features.

The tone sounded.  My phone had power. Whew!  I pushed the button to activate the GPS.  The automated voice asked for my destination. On a whim, I replied, "Operator." 

Someone answered!

Suprised, I told him that I was lost.  "No problem.  I'll locate you and send you turn by turn directions to guide you home."

My shoulders relaxed.  My grip on the steering wheel did, too. 

As I drove, I reflected.  How often do I just go ahead and do my own thing, only to find out that I have lost my way?  Would I find more peace if I made a more deliberate attempt each day to stay in tune with God's voice?

 If my life is like a quilt, I found another seam to redo.  I'll grab my seam ripper and straighten things out again.  I can do this so much easier when I'm wrapped in  a community of believers, rich in love and rooted in Scripture.  Well, I've got to go.  It's time for church.