Divine Direction. That’s what I want. A GOD GPS. Sign me up. Turn right on Salvation street. Pass by Heartache Ave. and Betrayal Blvd.
Have you ever Googled an address and ended up in the middle of a cornfield? I can’t tell you how many times this happened to me and my husband trying to get to a job. Most of the time it was a new customer, and we don’t want to be late. But naturally, those are the days when you are running behind anyway, type in the address in GPS, and end up on what might as well be another planet. Has this ever happened to you?
Then I call the customer, he or she laughs, and says, yeah that happens all the time. You really want to scream and punch their lights out at that point, but you smile, and ask directions on how to get there from where you are at.
Humility. Admitting I really don’t know and I am confused and lost at the moment. Not always the easiest thing to swallow that pride and ask for help. Yet, without help, we are lost. And will never get to our destination.
I was reading a blog the other day and commented that I wish I knew the answers. I wish I knew what to do when and how to fix it. Then life would be easy. I would just do it, and be done with it. And I wouldn’t have to trust anyone to help me.
But then God reminded me. I couldn’t do this journey alone – I tried. And fell flat on my face. And I was lonely and misrable and wanted to end it all. Yeah, that wasn’t the best road. So I asked Him for help. I admitted I was lost and didn’t know my way. I admitted I really didn’t KNOW Him, I knew about Him, but I didn’t know Him. And I didn’t know how to get there from where I was.
I may not have all the answers today. I really don’t know how some things are going to turn out. I am pressed but not crushed, persecuted but not abandoned, struck down but not destroyed. But today, I know HIM – and I trust Him, and that is enough for me.
Can I say that was the beginning of my love affair? He is faithful, He is true, He is loving, and kind, and encourages me. He lifts my head and gives me hope when I want to quit. He rejoices over me with singing and calls me the Apple of His Eye. He calls me Beloved – even when I don’t feel that way. And His love is greater than all of my failed directions, hands down.
He even has my name engraved on the palms of His hands.
And guess what?
I saw your name there too…
Behold, I have indelibly imprinted (tattooed a picture of) you on the palm of each of My hands; [O Zion] your walls are continually before Me. (Isaiah 49:16 AMP)