Having absolutely no natural sense of direction, I was unsure of the right road.
I almost stopped, rolled down my window and asked for help.
And just ahead, yes, this is where you should be!
Other times, I’ve lost my way.
Second guessed a left or right turn, rationalized the direction that made sense, felt best or quicker.
Kept going because I’d gone too far, knowing with each step I was lost.
Roads continuing farther away than planned and me thinking
“Oh, just go a little farther, don’t turn back yet; just ahead you’ll see you’re where you should be.”
Told myself, stop doubting, worrying, you can trust yourself.
Yet, ending up lost and looking to be found.
I’m lost less often than in years past.
Thank goodness. Thank God.
I’ve learned that traveling alongside the one who directs me is easier than turning back.
Running back, mostly.
Reminded of my need to be guided, assisted, instructed, comforted by one who knows.
Reminded of times of clearest connections.
Of solace following desperate and heartbroken plea.
Remembering now of the best path, sure although clearly unsure.
Trusting the directions, the One directing.
How can we understand the road we travel? It is the Lord who directs our steps. Proverbs 20: 24
‘Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus.
Oh, for grace to trust Him more.