My husband and I like to go on road trips but we like to make sure we are heading in the right direction, so we decided to get ourselves a GPS.
We still managed to get a bit lost the closer we got to our destination, but every time Lady GPS was there to guide us out and get us on our way again. By the time we got to Charlotte, we were beginning to trust her.
But on the way home, for the first hour or so, Lady GPS took us on side roads and through small towns instead of on the main highway. The view was much prettier and we should have relaxed and enjoyed the scenery, but instead we started to stress that we were lost. It wasn’t until we connected to the main highway that we began to trust our little Lady again. She brought us safely home, with no loss of time. If only we’d trusted what we paid for, instead of worrying because we couldn’t see the end of the journey.
How often are we like that in life? We ask for guidance, pray for it, even pay for it, but when the direction doesn’t seem to fit our ideas, we begin to worry. Then we either stop entirely and try to find our own way instead, or lose the enjoyment of the journey because it’s taking us outside of our comfort zone.
What if we learned to trust our internal GPS and were willing to take a different route than we would have chosen on our own? How much joy are we missing out on when we refuse to take a risk?
Learning to live in the moment,
Carol
