Do you think it’s possible to take both your common sense and your navigation program along for the ride? Sometimes, I wonder.

Saturday night we packed up everybody and then some for a family movie night in the park. We had to take two cars because of the extra little people with us, so armed with my trusty Maps app and a truck filled with the nine-years-old-and-younger group, I led the way. Forty-five minutes and sixteen miles later…

Now, only God knew where we were headed—and I mean that literally, because basically all I had was the name of the park. But after pressing a few buttons—voila!—I had an address and several routes to choose from. I opted for the shortest distance and rejected the shortest time, figuring I could make up minutes on the back roads and avoid possible traffic on the busier ones.

Well, after almost an hour on the twisty-turniest route possible I was more than a little stressed. For one, Hubby had dubbed me fearless leader and I’d hoped to show off my navigation skills. Secondly, I was getting tired of questions like “When are we going to get there?” and “What time did it start?” and “Did we lose Daddy?” Finally, and most important, we were meeting new friends who hadn’t yet been exposed to my love-hate relationship with the clock. I wanted to make a good impression and also give our families time to connect before the movie. Brown Sugar and crew certainly had the right idea with their backseat rendition of “Open the Clouds,” because I definitely needed God to shine down a light to get me there.

And He did—right where I needed to be and when I needed to be there. Of course.

As we pulled into the lot behind a seemingly never-ending stream of cars, we met our friends strolling into the park. Had we arrived earlier—or later—we would have been hard pressed to find them in the dark and in the throng of crying children, grumpy parents, and lawn chairs and blankets. Smiling, I had to thank God then and there and share His goodness with my little people. I might have an issue with time, but He never does. I constantly stress and strain at the bit, worrying over how long it’s taking me to “arrive,” yet God surely has a plan for my life, and it’s good and perfect. The way He leads me may seem indirect, poorly lit, and bumpy, but if I trust His direction, I will get…there, wherever that is and whenever I’m supposed to. Because remember, He knows where I’m headed.

“For My thoughts are not your thoughts, Nor are your ways My ways,” says the LORD. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, So are My ways higher than your ways, And My thoughts than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:8, 9

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