Newly Found Freedom

This Saturday, Randy and I will spend the day in NYC with friends. We’ll hop on a bus early in the morning for our second visit to the Big Apple. Our first visit was in May. Yeah, we drove. It was that weekend that caused us to finally break down and buy a GPS. The drive from Hoboken back to our hotel in New Jersey proved to be more of an adventure than we were up for. The next morning, we walked out of our hotel, up the street to the bus stop, and rode into the city as planned. But before we left that night, we found a Radio Shack and bought that simple little device that would not only help us navigate home but would give this directional impaired wife and mother a sense of freedom she never thought possible. A GPS.

Since our trip to NYC in May, I have frequently plugged that little device into my car and found my way to places that I would have never been able to find my way to before… well, at least not without having a complete emotional melt-down and calling my husband hysterical because I was lost.

Over the last 7 months, as I’ve been driving around with my GPS and my newly found freedom, I have noticed a lot of similarities between the relationship you and I have with God and the one I have with that that little 3x2 device fastened to my windshield.

Along with the GPS, named Lola, that guides me from my windshield, I have a two self appointed GPS's. Tomorrow, I'll tell you a little about them. Any guesses as to their names?

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