The GPS is my guide, I shall not get lost.
She makes me drive over black asphalt.
She leads me beside quiet side streets.
She restores my sense of peace in a strange town.
She guides me in paths of right directions.
for her brand name’s sake.
Even though I speed
under the shadow of the overpass
I will fear no dead ends
for you are with me;
your satellite and calming voice,
they comfort me.
You prepare a map before me
in the presence of drivers with road rage.
My venti cup of joe overflows when I hit a pothole
And annoints my pants with coffee stains.
Surely State Troopers will not follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will continue to find my destinations forever.
Okay, this is pretty goofy I admit. But here I am in Phoenix sitting at a Starbucks and thinking about the best gift my family ever gave me…a GPS. I used to get lost all the time. It’s hard to drive and look at a map at the same time. But now my GPS (I call her a “she” because she has a female voice) just tells me where to turn and I turn. When she says “You have arrived” I always have a sense of accomplishment. The GPS has so many correlations to the Christian life it’s ridiculous. I’ll let you figure them all out. Any ideas?
