Last weekend I was on my way home from the suburbs of Chicago after visiting my best friend, Candi. I know the way home; it is a drive that I have made at least once a year for the past 10 years. I was approaching the next highway that I was supposed to take and a large back-up began. I was not worried because it was the middle of rush hour. Suddenly the traffic started to move, but no one was driving up the exit. Once I was close enough I realized that the exit had been closed and a cop was not letting anyone pass. My mind began to race; did I290 connect back to I90? Was this going to put me deeper into rush hour traffic? I had to be at work that night by midnight was I going to make it? Immediately I called my parents. They were able to get an atlas out and direct me through the city. As I drove I told my dad what I saw and he told me landmarks and exits to be looking for. Before I knew it I was back to where I was supposed to be. I was able to make it home half an hour before I needed to leave for work.
My mom came to me the next day and told me what God said to her about the experience. As we drive through life we can’t always see where we are going. But God holds the atlas and speaks to us the directions, and then we need to follow. This takes faith. All we can see is a long stretch of road. Will we go out and try to make it on our own or will we call the one who can see where we are going? When he answers will we be listening? When we hear, will we follow?
“Sir, my concern is not whether God is on our side; my greatest concern is to be on God’s side, for God is always right.” Abraham Lincoln
