We took off for the trip to Atlantic City with the very best of plans; to seek out the service department of the not -so- near car dealership, which was on our calendar of things we needed to accomplish. As we drove through the downtown area it became clear to me we had simply taken the long way to our destination! Meanwhile we had a few giggles at the thought of being in the city with no idea of where to turn next. Happily I pronounced to Momma we were just on another one of our adventures to new places and we needed to relax and take in the view. You must realize however my dear partner in crime is 83 years young and has never sought the insides of a casino, for heavens sake.
I pointed out to her the lovely buildings and statues along with the Trump Casino and the Walk, New Jerseys shore shopping gift to any one in search of a city trip. The streets were full of people walking to their destinations, while we sought to figure out our way out of the oncoming traffic. Feeling proud of myself for staying composed while my mother worried at the thought of my missing a turn and going even further off the path to the expressway. As one can guess it was somewhat akin to the Beverly Hillbillies meets the city in a nutshell.
Thankfully we lived to tell about this perfect day of running around town with smiles on our faces. After going the alternate route to the car dealership we decided instead to get her car inspected! On to the next tale! Seems in order to find the inspection station you must follow the tiny green signs seen only by the most experienced of New Jersey drivers. I decided to stop to ask for directions and thankfully received a knowing smile from a lady in an office on the other side of the circle we followed, simply to find we had only to turn left at the green arrow and we would have hit the mark the first go round!
Oh, how often my mind has wandered at the realization of having gone the wrong direction more than a few times in my spiritual life also. Having given my heart to Jesus at the tender age of seven; nothing could have prepared me for a challenging life more, than my relationship with God. The ever present guide to my weary life bound soul. The arms which helped me when my tears fell freely in the agony of loss. Prayers uttered in oceans of heartache for the needs of those I love. Kneeling beside my bed calling out to God for the salvation of my husband who accepted Christ just a decade before going to live with Him for eternity!
Heartaches bound with love in the joy of knowing one day I too will dwell forevermore, with the king of king and lord of lords my hope, my joy and my ever loving savior. My prayer each day for you my friend, is for the experiences I share to somehow touch a deep place in each heart in order that YOU might come to know this personhood of Christ...poured out upon a heart which is willing to accept Him as the key to life forevermore. Isaiah 30;21 reads Whether you turn to the right or the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, "This is the way; walk in it". Trusting him to guide you. All the way!
