Over Easter, I visited with my family outside Atlanta.
My first night there, my niece, Scarlett, found a restaurant listed in the phone book that she thought she’d seen. She decided she’d like to try it for dinner. I said, “ok, I’ll pull up the address on my phone, and it’ll get us there.”
I found it… the GPS showed it 8 miles from the house. In my mind, we need only drive two blocks to the main highway and keep going until we got to the restaurant. I knew just about where the restaurant had to be.
A couple of miles from the house, the little lady in the GPS started talking about turning left…..but based on the address of the restaurant, I knew we needed to continue straight. I kept telling my bro-in-law Jimmy not to turn left. She kept recalculating, and with every stop sign or light, the instructions were “turn left.”
Since I was SURE where the restaurant was, we kept motoring straight. You’re probably ahead of me. To end this little story, we finally had to turn left, and after zig-zagging around a couple of times, found ourselves at the restaurant. It was nothing like the place Scarlett had been sure she’d remembered seeing, but we went in and ended up having a nice little dinner with some good ole country cooks.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve insisted many, many, many times on NOT making the turns HE has urged me to make. Because of my stubbornness, I’ve missed where I needed to be, where He wanted me to go. Sometimes it takes a while, but when I finally get beyond “I know where this place is…I’m going the right way” and realize I need to tune into Him again, I discover victory…and at times… a good place to “eat”.