Now I’m glad I have one.
Before I’d wander in the general direction I intended to go.
Now I don’t guess I just punch in the address and get there.
My GPS is a time saver.
Before I might glance at a map,
Now I don’t fool with anything accept my GPS.
My GPS is loaded with maps from Canada, Mexico and the USA.
My GPS gives directions and gets me where I need to go—the first time.
The Holy Spirit is a GPS (Global Positioning System).
Before I tended to think I didn’t need the Holy Spirit.
Now I follow God’s Holy Spirit (GHS) directions because, GHS shows me how to get there from here.
Do you know how much time and life I’ve wasted because I wouldn’t ask for directions? It’s embarrassing. And I’m not talking about driving directions, I’m talking about life directions.
I was certain I knew precisely where I wanted to go and how to get there. I’d convinced myself that I knew exactly where and when I needed to turn, and which maneuvers I needed to navigate to get me to the location I envisioned. Silly me.
In terms of life directions, in my silliness, I had this absurd notion that God didn’t have any relevant information to pass along to me. And even if God offered me a few relevant tips, what could God say that I couldn’t find faster by searching the Internet? So, why would I take up God’s time? Pure insanity.
At first it was humiliating to have to ask for directions because I didn’t want to admit that I was hopelessly lost. In my insanity I boasted, “I know where I am!” But, of course, I didn’t. Dimwit stubbornness.
Thankfully God didn’t give up on me, because he knew all about my stubbornness. God simply kept repeating, “I am here. I know where you are. I know what I’m doing. I can be trusted.”
Happily, I’ve stopped trying to get from here to there on my own. Consequently, my GPS, actually my GHS (God’s Holy Spirit), is maneuvering me through the maze and confusion of life, getting me there from here. GHS is practical street smarts.
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