GPS

So I told you all that Austin had that golf tournament yesterday. Jay took him up there, got him checked in and watched him tee off on the first hole. I then met Jay as I was heading up there so that I could get the GPS from him (that is one of the greatest inventions...seriously!). Jay already had the name of the golf course typed in, so I clicked on it and "Sally" (the name I gave to the lady voice on our GPS) said "in .1 miles turn right, and so on until I got to the course. Those who have been to the course in Mason City will know what I'm talking about when I say "holy cow, could it be any more confusing to find this place?" Thank goodness I had Sally with me! You get into town and Sally says "in .2 miles turn right" After you turn she said "In .4 miles turn left" and so on and so on. Seriously, every turn is in .2, .4, .1, or .3 miles... and there are a ton of them! You barely turn a corner and you have to turn again. I kept thinking "this is crazy!"

I finally find the course and realize there are still at least 2 hours before he'll be done. I passed a shopping center on the way to the course, so I typed in the name of it and Sally helped me a couple of new shirts and a new pair of shorts, and then she helped me find my way back to the course again.

When Austin was done (he got 4th in case you were wondering), we started to head home. Austin was hungry so we pulled into a McDonalds and poor Sally had a nervous breakdown! If you make a wrong turn she will politely say "Recalculating" and then try to steer you back on course. Well, poor Sally must have said "Recalculating" every 2-3 seconds. We're not sure what happened to her. Then she'd say "Recalculating, Drive" or "Recalculating, turn right" or a combination of any such things. For those of you old enough to remember the tv show "Lost In Space" remember the robot when he would flail his arms and say "It does not compute. It does not compute." That's what poor Sally was like. The funniest part was, we were driving on the correct road by that time...and it was a straight road. Austin and I were laughing so hard. He kept saying "She's gonna blow!" LOL I kept trying to calm poor Sally down by saying "It's ok Sally, find your happy place." At one point Austin said "I think she needs happy pills instead." After a minute or two of her saying things that were totally confusing, she calmly said "Drive 37 miles then take exit right" which meant we were on the right road to go home. After that, Sally was totally silent. Austin said "Yea, I think her pills kicked in." LOL

Even though poor Sally had a temporary glitch (for lack of being able to think of a better word), she did guide me to the golf course. She did guide me to the shopping center and she did guide us home. Last Fall when our family went to Florida, I took Sally with us and she guided us all around the confusing Disney park complexes with ease, and always helped us get to our final destination. I honestly don't know what I would do without her.

When you think about it, the bible is like a GPS. Now, I am going to be totally honest and say that no, I do not read my bible every day. I know I should, and I do have it on my nightstand and there are nights when I do read it. But most nights I am so exhausted by bedtime that I collapse into bed and am nearly asleep by the time my head hits the pillow. But, that having been said, I have read enough to know that it does guide me in the direction I should go. It leads me through strange and dark places and helps redirect me when I need "recalculating". Sometimes, like when we were leaving that McDonalds, the bible will tell me things I don't understand, but eventually we get it worked out and I realize it's ok, I was on the right path without even realizing it. He is helping guide us to our final destination.

So I guess the moral of the story is: God is my real GPS: My Godly positioning system. :)