MY BEST... FOR THE REST...

 

 

Recently I heard a speaker talk about lives; the first half...then, the second half.   

That filled my head with so many thoughts; oh my, the memories rushed in. 

 

Let's see...I'm thinkin'.  Is one half of my life not so hot...one half  fantastically marvelous?

 

Michael says he and I are in the last quarter...mmm, I think he's right on there!  Gracious, he retired more than once...once wasn't enough because he was so young...49 is young!  I'm a 24/7 home-maker and guess I'm not even yet ready for that retirement step!   One day I probably won't make a choice...it will be made for me.  And I possibly won't even know what's going on...one never knows!  Besides, it isn't important to have a map of my life laid out...what if I changed and didn't like the map?

 

Talking about maps...oh boy! 

 

M and I had a great object lesson about maps last week...we drove to St. Francisville, Louisiana for his annual tank company reunion...veterans from the 179th Tank Company (45th Div.) from the Korean Conflict in the early 1950's.  Many of the couples drove themselves...some flew...M and I drove.

 

Our Garman (GPS) is Jack...he's quite a fella' and I felt that I'd learned to trust him!  Okay, I almost trust him...but...he can be obstinate at times!  Like twice on this trip...just twice but oh boy...talk about stubborn?

 

Interstate highways are quick (most of the time) but they just don't go everywhere, you know?  We were on some scenic roads...almost to our destination when Jack turned us 'out to pasture' so to speak.  We faithfully followed his directions (driving along side the levee...which separated us from the big ole' Mississippi river)!  Jack says 'follow the route'...check...'stop at the ferry'.  Okay, you're joking, right?  Jack repeats 'stop at the ferry'...cut it out Jack...there IS no ferry...it's the river! 

 

Between bellows Jack is recalculating for the umpteenth time!  Make a U-turn and STOP at the ferry!  There's not even a ferry landing Jack so what makes you think there's a ferry??? 

 

My voice hit LOUD and I yelled at Jack (many times) to shut up; telling him...threatening him w/from this trip on I'm not going anywhere w/o an honest-to-goodness road map in my hands...not, do you understand Jack?  I was losing it...HELP!!!  I want a map...Michael stop and buy a map...we have to get a map...NOW!!!

 

My hero steps up with?  Vasca, listen to yourself; this is like our lesson in Experiencing God.  What have we just talked about...you remember?  Me...(very sheepish but already laughing at myself)...yes!  M - this is like us following God...He wants us to stand still and let Him lead.  That's the idea...He has the plans, He knows what, how, when and where all to end all...got it?  Me - all smiles...I'd been had...good lesson huh?  Oh yeah, perfect application.

 

M & I finally stumbled out of the boondocks and lo and behold?  Here's this humongous bridge but wait a sec...it didn't look open yet and there was no traffic...barricades were stacked alongside the road!  Oops, we idled for a bit when, oh thank you Father, here came a couple of cars so we cautiously crossed the Mississippi.

Mr. GPS aka Jack, hadn't been informed that Louisiana had built a huge bridge in the middle of nowhere so we could cross Old Miss in style...seems some in the state dubbed it 'the bridge to nowhere'...sound familiar?  Um-hmm!

Touching down on the other side, Jack sprang into action and performed well in spite of his migraine headache!  Trust me, he was happy to rest when we soon arrived at our destination; tell you about the Reunion later.  Wouldn't you know, Jack didn't even stir to apologize but I forgave him anyway...he's sweet...most of the time. 

By the way, Jack performed beautifully on the trip home...all's well in his world and mine!

Okay,  M & I are in the last 'whatever' and after all these years I finally get it...
So 'I choose to make the rest of my life the best of my life'...
day by day...according to God!

His is the Master Plan...trust me, it's the best...better yet, trust Him,
He always knows best.

From my heart...to yours,

Vasca