There is a motorcycle that I have the opportunity to ride on occasion with a GPS. Especially in Malaysia where smaller roads and villages are not familiar, it is good to have help. I do not mind asking for directions however my accent and limited to none existent Bahasa Melayu (Malay) creates a natural barrier to anyone interested in helping. As a result, the GPS is my guide.
The challenge with the GPS is that on occasion, sometimes with no reason that I can figure out, it goes blank. No map, no directions, no indication of where I am or how I can get to where I want to be. When this happens, especially when I am on a small road and coming up to a T junction, I am in deep trouble. In addition to my feelings of being abandoned and all alone, I have little inclination of what choice is reasonable. The idea that I might know which is the right one is beyond my imagination.
I have come to appreciate that standing still is never the answer. I need to move to a spot where the GPS can reconnect and recalibrate. Doing my best is just fine as long as I am willing to double back on my path when new information is available. Inaction eliminates any chance of a renewed connection and help.
I find myself wondering about directions beyond riding and Malaysia. Life reminds me that Divinity is always present, assuming I am willing to let Divinity stay in touch with me. It is easy, almost natural to let go and set my own direction. When I check, I realize I have lost my bearings!
In these moments, my memories of riding in Malaysia help. I need to move, to reconnect with Divinity. The opportunity is always near. In the process it helps to remember earlier reconnections as well as the words of others on the journey. “God, when you took the lead with your people, when you marched out into the wild…” (Psalm 68.7)
Having a guide is always good.
