There’s This Odd Little Thing I Do

There’s this thing I do that some people find odd. To be clear, I do a number of things that fall into that category, but for today’s discussion, we’ll go with one that concerns my trusty GPS, Mary Elizabeth III.

I’ve told y’all stories in the past about our relationship. We have our ups and downs, mostly because Mary Elizabeth gets really snippy if I fail to take her every suggestion And, I mean this in the nicest way, she can be a tad vengeful. I was in a construction zone in downtown Dallas a while back and I literally thought she would implode under the pressure. I may have laughed at her in the middle of her technological meltdown, but it was all in fun, and she was wrong for leading me to the wrong address in Waxahachie TX the next day, seeing as I was almost late for my speaking engagement.

And yet, I chose to let bygones be bygones on our return trip because that’s how Mama raised me and because I wanted to do that strange thing I was telling y’all about before I digressed.

I told Mary Elizabeth to take me home, and I left her little snippy voice for the duration. I’ve had friends ride with me before and they laugh when I let Mary Elizabeth continue to bark orders even after we’re in familiar territory. I understand. I suppose it is strange, but I love that moment at the end of a road trip when I reach my long driveway leading to Home Sweet Home on the banks of Lake Providence, and I hear her say, “You have arrived at your destination.”

However, as sweet as those words are, I’m anticipating a day when they’ll be eclipsed by a far greater glory. I live with the peace of knowing that heaven is my final destination and one day I’ll be welcomed there through my faith in Jesus, God’s only begotten son. That assurance can be yours, too. There are plenty people just like me that would be happy to show you the way.

Hugs, Shell