Early on Friday one of my favorite devotionals reminded me my soul has a shepherd who is always speaking, I am with you, I am with you, and whose voice is meant to be heard during the mainstream of life. This was not new and I totally agreed.
Later in the morning I took Brenda to the doctor. She didn’t ask me to go but I think she was a little nervous and hoped I would and I’m her man and wanted to help. It’s a small office uptown off Providence and since we hadn’t been there before I got directions off Google maps -- I thought knowing exactly how to get there would give her one less thing to be preoccupied about. Also, I’m kind of a control freak and like to plan out where I’m going.
We got near the place a little later than I wanted. And I wasn’t sure exactly where it was. It had to be close. Then I realized I have no idea – there’s no street numbers no nothing – we’ve probably passed it. I zipped off Providence and into a parking lot to turn around. We’re about to be late and this just doesn’t look anything like I expected. I’m doing the guy huff – that gruff exhale that says, It’s gotta be around here somewhere! Brenda doesn’t really need her man-comforter acting like that and adding to her stress but I don’t think about that. I zip down the road all bummed and finally call the office.
It ends up that parking lot was it – we had to go back to it. So I got all flustered because I thought I was lost, but pulled straight in the right place without knowing it. And then left.
Later, my inner Jesus that I wasn’t listening to in the mainstream of life reminded me again: I am with you, I am with you.
Even if it had been the wrong parking lot.
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