This is my first time to posting in Five Minute Friday. Five minutes of writing on the word of the week and this is what I ended up with....
No, it’s not a joke.
It’s the sad reality of my typical first time driving somewhere. I can almost count on it. But this time I was under a time deadline to get my daughter to an appointment and I had no clue where my last turn had brought me. A desperate call to my hubby, David, gave me a sense of calm when I wanted to pound the steering wheel and scream.
I wanted out of there NOW.
But that just couldn’t be.
I had to continue through a difficult and confusing road before arriving at my correct destination. Through phone calls and texts he gently guided me to my goal.
Too often I proceed in life thinking I know the way, when I really don’t.
I fuss and fume and pound my fists: mad at the situation and my stubbornness that got me there.
When I finally call on the Lord, He gently speaks to me reassuringly that I will get to my destination.
It will not come as easily as it could have since I insisted on my way first, but He has promised to always be my guide.
Hello! My name is Vicki Johnson, aka, gracefilledgirl.