GPS

When the movers arrived, they loaded the truck up lickety-split.* The only problem was that they left for our apartment before we did! By the time we headed out, the movers were at least ten minutes ahead of us.

We worried they would arrive first and end up standing around, waiting on us. The first half of our route is interstate; nothing exciting there, all very normal.

The second half consists of regular roads.

The previous Sunday, we had driven over to pick up the keys to our new place and check it out. All went smoothly as planned.

On moving day, however, the GPS told us to use exit 136.

Didn’t it tell me on Sunday to get off at exit 159? I wondered. Within a few minutes, we both knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this was a very different way. The GPS turned us down a dirt road in the middle of farm country! Already running late, we decided to follow wherever the GPS led us.

We bumped along, blazing down at least two different dirt roads before popping out onto paved but unfamiliar territory.

After making a wrong turn and needing to try again, we finally made it back to a recognizable street. “That GPS is crazy!” my husband said.

While talking smack about the GPS, we arrived at our apartment. I then noticed the estimated arrival time on the GPS had changed from what it initially said at the beginning of our trip. The farm road detour shaved ten minutes off our time. Astonished and bewildered, we were happy to find the movers were still in transit. We parked, opened the door, and walked back out just in time to see them pull up.

Later that week, we drove back to give our house a final cleaning before the Friday closing. On Friday, we wondered which way the GPS would take us to our apartment this time, and it used the Sunday route —no dirt roads in sight.

We thank God for how He orchestrated our timely arrival on moving day. God helps us with big and little problems and guides us the whole way.

Why would we ever doubt Him and His plan when it is so much better than ours!

Deidre A. Jones