I have my homeward trek fairly down pat by now. At least you’d think I had it down after all the times I’ve made the afternoon commute.
Today, for some reason known only to God, I took I-40 East instead of I-40 West. Immediately, I knew I’d messed up.
Still, I looked for anything familiar and found the exit for Stewarts Ferry Pike and the Tennessee School for the Blind, which I pass every morning on my morning commute to work.
It was probably a bit out of the way, but I got back to where I started (almost) and made it home from there. All it took was finding something familiar.
I think all of us get lost on our spiritual journeys. We get to where nothing looks familiar and wonder how we got to the place where we find ourselves. We wonder how to get back to what we know.
I truly believe God will give familiar signposts to those who have lost the way and seek to find their way back. He will send an old friend or a familiar Scripture or a song from the past.
Many times, we find that Jesus will show us that He Himself is the way back. For those who are lost, the best way back is to return to the trust and obedience we knew before we got off-track.
I know that for those who get lost when driving, nothing is more comforting than finding that familiar landmark. Suddenly, you know where you are and you can navigate from there.
I believe that just as much as His lost children long to return to places they know, the Father longs to get them there. The Father longs to see them running down the dirt road into His arms, just as that prodigal son did all those years ago.
If there are people in your life who have lost the way, maybe you’re the signpost that will get them finally headed in the right direction again.
PS I survived day one of my Lent fast from social media. I resisted the urge to check my Facebook page several times throughout the day. So far, so good.