“I think I need to go right,” I said to Barton who was riding shotgun.

“No,” she rebuked – well, maybe not rebuked, firmly replied. “Just keep going straight. She will tell us when to turn.”

The “she” is Barton’s GPS voice that was leading us through the streets of Far North Houston – Humble, Tx to be exact. The girls jumped on an adventure to join me in Houston for some unexpected fun. At least I hope it’s fun. KSBJ’s Morning Show host Bill Maier invited me to sit in for his co-host Copelia while she’s off for a couple of days.

Screen Shot 2015-07-01 at 10.55.57 PMBill’s invite was out of the blue – I had blank space on my calendar – I said yes – instantly doubted myself – then determined to sink into the craziness of it all. I mean, what a blast to see up close and personal the workings of one of the best morning radio shows.

“In 500 feet take the veer right at the fork.”

I looked at Barton, doubting the instruction. “500 feet,” she nod-reiterated to me.

So, I did what the map guide said to do. And I kept doing whatever GPS said (thanks to the task-master riding shotgun) – but not without questioning: “Aren’t we supposed to turn now?” Or being impatient, “seems like we’ve gone WAAAYY too far!” Or thinking I knew better, “No, I’m sure that this is the street.” Followed by my own, “No worries, I can just turn around and try again” after I had clearly been wrong.

“If you’ll just listen and follow what the GPS says, we’ll get there,” Barton said to me. “Even though it’s not talking all the time, it always says when to turn or to go straight just at the right time.”

It was the listen and follow comment that really got me. Sounded familiar. And wise.

It’s an admonition we’ve really been holding on to tight of late. When things in life veer off the path that you assumed normal, regular – not looking for spectacular here – staying course can be a challenge.

Recently, with some gals that have been gathering on Tuesdays to contemplate heaven and living life in light of eternity, the topic of manna-living came up. It was beautiful to consider together the fact that manna wasn’t only something that appeared every morning for daily nourishment to the wandering folks in a desert so long ago. Manna was perfect provision for each and every person. What appeared on the outside to look and be the same, actually perfectly met each and every very different person in their very different needs. Fun to think that the same manna nourished/sustained the diabetic as well as the gluten-free and even the picky is-there-any-ketchup eaters.

What does that have to do with us today? Manna not only nourished but served as a teaching tool, a visual of sorts, to point us toward what actually has always been around – perfect provision. Even in the moments when it might not seem like it.

I was relying on Barton’s directions because my maps app was stuck, stubbornly refusing to work. Hers, on the other hand, worked though it might have appeared questionable at best on the outside of her smashed phone:

sally's phone

“Hey – it’s right there,” Barton pointed at the KSBJ sign in the parking lot of our destination. “I told you we would get there. You just had to be patient.”

If she only knew how deep those words sunk. They were a nice long, cool drink to a thirsty soul – a reminder to stay the course even when we can’t always see what’s around the corner.

Thanks for walking the road with me.


p.s. Listen in today and tomorrow at KSBJ – Houston

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