I realize that some people reading this can’t imagine a scenario where Google Maps won’t guide them to the nearest Starbucks.
But I’m old enough to remember when paper maps were all we had, cell phones were science fiction and Interstate exit signs didn’t include helpful footnotes to tell you what restaurants and gas stations were just beyond the tree line.
Even further back in time, people traveled with only the sun and stars to mark their progress.
The rising sun was a sure and faithful witness to which way was east.
Every morning a wise traveller took note of where they had been and made sure that they were headed in the right direction to get where they wanted to go.
Grief often feels like I’ve been picked up by a whirlwind and deposited in a country with no familiar landmarks and all the signposts are in another language.
If I try to depend on my own sense of direction, I’m condemned to walk in circles, wind up lost and never find my bearings. I will not be able to point myself toward home. .
For my hurting heart, God’s Word is my morning sun.
I orient my thoughts to His truth and walk on, even when I’m unsure of the road, because I can trust His promises.
Each day, I shake off slumber, open my eyes and look for the infallible Guide that can lead me in the right direction.
I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,
and with hope I wait for his word.
My soul waits for the Lord
more than those who watch for the morning,
more than those who watch for the morning.
Psalm 130:5-6 GW