Tuesday, September 21, 2010
When I say “I have no sense of direction.” I mean it. Not only can’t I find my way to a geographical location, but I get lost in just about any place that has more than one turn.
I can tell east, west, north and south…if I’m in my county. But if you take me on vacation, don’t expect me to know what direction I’m facing without a compass. And I’m talking that digital thing mounted in my car, not that magnetic thing that has a spinning dial.
I need a visual point of reference. I can’t even count the many times after leaving my car, to go into the fabric store and making the mental note: “Ok, I’m parked in the “A” row of JoAnn’s.” When I forget, I’ve been known to click the car alarm to “find” my car. Yeah, the people in the parking lot don’t appreciate my predicament.
Oh, and giving directions? That’s not my forte either but my poor husband is so patient. I’m basically worthless to him as a co-pilot. The directions I do actually give are like a puzzle, with pieces missing. If you ask me how to get somewhere, you’re really better off already knowing.
It’s not a good feeling when you’re never really sure about where you are, or where you’re going. That’s why couple years ago, my sister gave me a GPS for Christmas. What an invention! While it can’t help me find my car, it can get me somewhere and, best of all, get me home!
It has become my “go-to” guide, a lot like my Bible is my guide for spiritual direction. Everything I need for my journey “home” is in The Word. While my internal compass may be askew, my spiritual compass has a guide that’s right on target. God's word is a lamp unto our feet and a light unto our path and through the Holy Spirig, we may have understanding to know God's will for our lives.