I was lost—completely and utterly lost.
I could not tell which way to go and to make matters worse, my cell phone was dead. I had just enough battery life to call my husband and say, “I’m lost,” before my phone died. Now the darkness was in full swing, and I could not tell north from south, east from west.
Normally, I am very good with directions, but I had spent the day at my sister’s new house and was in unfamiliar territory. I had come one way in the light and was attempting to exit another way in the dark, when I became hopelessly lost.
I drove back and forth along the empty rural roads—nothing triggered my memory. I began to panic.
How in the world was I going to find my way home?
Unbeknownst to me, the entire time I was lost I was driving back and forth in FRONT of my sister’s new house. But tucked in the woods, I did not see or recognize the road that led me to her home or back to safety.
In desperation, I prayed for guidance when I realized I was driving toward a hill.
Maybe if I drove to the top, I could see the lights of the city and get my bearings?
Never was a sight more welcomed than those glittering lights were when I reached the top! Now, I knew my way home.
I laugh about it now, but it made me wonder: What is more tragic than being lost, so close to the Truth but unable to recognize it?
The road home can be right in front of us, but if we don’t perceive it, what good will it do?
How thankful I am that God specifically comes to seek those who are lost, for He knows the lost cannot find Him themselves. Do you know your way home?