Throw Out The Map. Get a GPS.

I had a life map.

Drawn by me, of course.

I had a plan for where I was going.

And for how fast I would get there.

I had symbols and markings to indicate

the next mountain or valley or rest area.

I pin-pointed mile markers.

The route was carefully chosen and well-marked.

With a yellow highlighter.

But.

My map got tossed.

Out the window.

And now.

I have a GPS.

Whose voice is God.

Who tells me one turn at a time.

One maneuver at a time.

Who redirects the route

when I take a wrong turn.

Whose voice I listen to.

Who tells me when I am

on the wrong road.

And when I am on the right.

Toss your map.

Get a GPS.

Driving over the mountains on snow-covered roads to pick up The Boy in Seattle (November2010).  Over the mountains and through the cities.  I did  not map out the route. I used a GPS.  I followed that voice, one turn at a time.   :)

Hava happy.