Point A to Point B

Home again, home again, jiggity jig. I woke up this morning late. Actually, my dad woke me up because my alarm was set to 6:00 am, weekdays only. And it's Saturday - oops. I had it set so that I could get Joe somewhere for 8, and it took 30 minutes to get there.  Because my parents came in for Maggie's First Reconciliation, they were here, and Daddy came and got me. And thinking back to that moment, all I remember saying was, "Coffee? Is there coffee?" And Daddy said, "No." I threw on a poncho over my pajamas, smeared some makeup across my face, and ran down the steps as fast as I could. Daddy (oh thank you so much, Daddy) started coffee, and we tag-teamed making Joe a lunch. I just threw bread and peanut butter on the counter, and Daddy robotically made the meanest PB&J sandwich that any man has ever made in six seconds flat. Joe, thankfully, was dressed & ready to go (aside tooth brushing, naturally), and we honestly were out of the door at 7:35. I typed the address into my GPS, and we were off.

I took the GPS directions with a grain of salt and went a little off the wayside of what they were advising. Y'all, I saved exactly 2 minutes.

Booyah.

Because, well, when your baby only falls asleep riding in a car, you tend to learn the area around you way better than any dumb computer. Take that, Maps. You ain't got nothing on me.

At least for today.

So it's now 6:45 pm. And I still have my poncho over my pajamas. But I also have the satisfaction that I beat the GPS. I don't know why I am enjoying that so much. It's the little victories that get me sometimes. I mean, we have to celebrate every given day, don't we? But that GPS know-it-all did NOT know it all today.

And neither do we. I watched as the GPS rerouted it's certain directions to follow mine, and we got there sooner. I honestly celebrated as it learned my way, and realized that my route was the better one. I suppose it's how The Father feels when we turn and follow Him. But way better. He sees our struggles and the paths we stumble down, all the while knowing what is the best one for us. And when we turn to His, when we find our timing and His are the same, how beautiful of a moment is this for us all.

So to that GPS, I suppose I owe you an apology. Thanks for bending so I can see how much joy a tiny sliver of straighter path can bring us all.

Time arrived at destination: 8:04. Nope, we didn't make it. But I never felt so great about trash talking my GPS. We could have been there at 8:06. But those blessed two minutes - and that killer parking space that had my name written all over it, surely were Divine.