I’ve lived in La Place, La. since
November, 1981. That’s a long time to get to know an area. Nevertheless, I
recently got lost in one of the subdivisions. I was just doing a good
deed—picking up my granddaughter from the sitter—when one wrong turn led to
many others and I didn’t know where I was.
When my phone rang, I cringed to see
that my daughter Monique was calling.
“Where are you?” she asked.
“I have no idea,” I admitted.
“Did you get Olivia?”
“Oh, yes, she’s in the car.”
“Mom, I only live two blocks from
the sitter.”
“Your point?”
That’s when I looked up and saw the
steeple of a nearby church.
“Wait a minute,” I told Monique. “I
can see the church. I’ll just drive toward it and once I get there, I’ll know
my way.”
As I drove from the familiar church
to Monique’s home, I thought of how often I’ve lost my way, not in winding
subdivisions, but in life.
Sometimes, I allow negative
circumstances to close in on me and if I stay in that baffled state for too
long, it’s tough to find my way back to joy. Other times, it’s careless wrong
turns, decisions, or words, that lead to confusion. Then there’s the daily
challenge to stay on track with goals, and not be swayed by distractions, so I can
arrive at my desired destination.
But regardless of my problem, for me,
the solution is always the same. I look up to God. I find my way back to Him,
and He always shows me the way.
Ronny
may be reached at rmichel@rtconline.com.
