Lost. But not lost.
This morning the boys and I drove to Bowling Green, KY to grocery shop. We do this every couple months when we need to restock on more than just food items. It’s about an hour and a half away, but there’s a big enough price and tax savings that the cost of gas to get there is cheaper than shopping here at home. So we belt in, turn on a dvd or an audio book for the ride and go! I do great on the back country roads getting there. But on the drive home, I get lost. Every. Single. Time. Today was no different.
Driving through a small town about 30 minutes north of our home, I got turned around when the GPS said to turn left, to drive the wrong way down a one-way street, which just happened to be around the town’s square.
Ugh. Cars everywhere, yield signs instead of stop signs and lane markings that didn’t make sense. I panicked. I turned right with traffic and made a left as soon as I could to try and get back on track.
GPS silence. No signal. Unable to connect. Panic ratcheted up 50 percent. After two wrong turns and turn-arounds, I pulled into a lonely gas station in a full blown panic. Lost is lost and panic is no good.
We did arrive home safely. I messaged my husband that I was lost and he was ready to ride out in our truck to rescue us. He is truly my knight in shining armor. I was close enough to the gas station to allow the GPS to connect. With that and J talking me down, I was able to get it together and drive home. J was standing in the driveway waiting for us. I didn’t know until we arrived home that Mason was praying for us. He told his dad that he asked God to shine His light and show us the way. And that He did! God is good.