Somewhere over the ocean

It’s early in the a.m. and we are over the ocean..somewhere. According to the map it’s somewhere in between England and Orlando. I have no clue. I have nothing to see outside my window but clouds. I have to trust that the pilot and his instruments know where they are going… I can’t figure it out. Even if I knew all the coordinates, I can’t fly the plane and they won’t let us up to first class much less get inside the cockpit. I have to trust someone else is totally in control and I can just sit and eat granola bars and try not to drink too much so I have to go to the bathroom.

It’s like that in my life. I made plans, people tell me what they are doing, we decide the best things to do, pray about it and put the spiritual car in gear. The trouble is, I really have no clue if it will work. I have to trust God that he knows the latitudes and longitudes in my life and even though it is something I can’t see. I have to trust..and thats hard to do especially when it seems I am going north when in reality I am going south… my grandmother loved to go driving and often would ask what direction we were going. When we would point to the compass on the front of the car, and tell her we were going south she would say, “well, I am going east but I will go south with you.” That’s what I need to tell God. God says I am going north. It I feel like it’s south. All I can say is “Lord, I feel like I am going south but I will go north with you.” Trying to trust but there are days when it’s hard to do…