I have never been very fond of driving. When moving to a new city, I do my research. What types of drivers am I going to find? How are the main streets set up? Which are my exits? What lanes should I be in? What landmarks am I going to find in my left or right?
However, when I drive to a new place, I lack this knowledge. Despite what my navigator says, I always struggle. I am unable to determine the location. Am I going to find in my left or right? Usually, I have to pass through it more than once in order to find it. The result of lack of knowledge is frustration as well as many words of prayer as I am driving.
For me driving is a reflection of my life. As I drive daily with clear knowledge of where I am headed, because I've been there before, I enjoy it. I sing in the car. I pray and give thanks. I smile. There is pleasure in normalcy. However, when the Lord guides me to new places, I admit I panic. I find myself praying constantly for assistance. for I am unable to determine which lane I am in, or whether I have to be left or right. There are times when I have to keep turning around. Therefore, I live with constant dependence on him.
Today, I wish I could tell where I am headed, but my navigator is silent. There are familiar landmarks. Personally. I think the Lord places them along the road to reassure me. I sometimes beg him to take me home or at least back to the familiar. I do not like uncertainty, but I continue. There are things I know about my navigator. I trust him to take me home. I know my wondering will end. My final destination is just ahead.
If you find me on the road, with a wondering look on my face...Remember I have not arrive yet.
Copyright January 2014
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