I’m directionally challenged. Not a single cell in my brain has a sense of direction. Drop my husband, Billy, into a new city, spin him around, and he can point north faster than a bird dog can point a pelted pigeon. Drop me into a new city, spin me around, and I’ll probably throw up — with no sense of direction, mind you, so stand clear.
Case in point: A few years back, Billy and I were in separate vehicles at a tire store. While he prepared to wait the allotted hour for his new tires to gain traction on his truck, he told me to take the back roads home to avoid a traffic jam on the interstate. I was dubious; I’m a go-the-way-you-know kinda gal. But that day, some wayward cell in my brain was screaming “You can do it!” That was a very optimistic but totally oblivious cell.
An hour later, after turning my car in several wrong directions and myself inside out, I realized I was headed back to the tire store! God surely has a sense of humor because the next vehicle I passed going the opposite direction was Billy’s newly tired truck. It was like one of those slow-motion scenes in a movie: I looked at him ... He looked at me ... He was pointed north ... I was not.
In my rearview mirror, I watched Billy spin a U-turn, and I knew he was laughing his socks off. I pulled over and waited for him to saunter up to my car. He paused once, trying to buy time until he could stop laughing. It didn’t work.
I followed Billy home that day like a gosling follows a mother goose. My feathers were a bit ruffled because he was still laughing, but I followed him nevertheless.
A friend once said to me, “Ivey, I’m so glad God has a plan for my life because I have absolutely no idea where I’m going!” I second that.
Being directionally challenged has impeded my progress at times, but it has also made me a good follower. Just like my friend, I’m so glad God has a plan for my life. “Lead on!” I say this with gusto because the times I’ve detoured from God’s leading have been rough and rocky roads (to say the least).
On the other hand, following God’s lead has taken me to incredible places I would never have found on my own. One of those incredible places is Billy’s arms, where I feel safe, loved, and directionally secure. In daily life, I follow Billy. Better yet, I prefer the passenger seat with him at the wheel. He calls it “Driving Miss Ivey.”
In my spiritual life, I track to the wisdom of that old hymn “I Have Decided to Follow Jesus.” That way, I know I’m homeward bound, and I can take joy in the journey, even when I don’t know what’s around the next curve.