You Are On the Fastest Route
Yesterday I had a delightful lunch with a good friend in South Jordan. Afterwards I decided to take advantage of being in Salt Lake County and get some shopping done at a mall about 8 miles away. It was 2:00 p.m. on a Thursday afternoon, I figured traffic wouldn't be bad.
Those who know me, know that I have the worst sense of direction in the history of all mankind. I get lost in Boston and they even have a trail to follow.
So even though it was close, I plugged Fashion Place Mall into my phone and headed towards I-15.
|Yes, it's true, I need google maps just to go 7.7 miles.|
Before I left the Market Street Grill parking lot, my navigator's voice interrupted my Hamilton musical soundtrack.
"Even though you will experience heavy traffic, you are on the fastest route."Now I'm a heavy user of all sorts of navigation systems, but I have never heard this before.
|Here are just a few on my iPhone|
No sooner was I on the road towards the on ramp, and I got stuck in traffic. I had to wait for two lights just to get on the freeway.
I only needed to drive 3 exits. Normally this would take about 7 minutes. But traffic was backed up. Turns out there was a three-car accident ahead.
Now, I'm someone who absolutely hates to get stuck in traffic or wait in lines. I tend to have that "step over a dollar to pick up a dime" mentality. I'll drive an extra 10 minutes if it means I can avoid a couple stop lights.
As you can imagine, at first I was going crazy parked on the highway. And then I remembered the words
"You are on the fastest route."
As I sat there watching the large trucks in front of me inch their way forward, I saw cars in the lane next to me whiz by.
I thought, "I should have picked that lane, but instead I'm stuck behind this huge semi."
Just a few thousand feet later I saw those cars also stuck. I passed them by thinking, "I'm glad I didn't get in that lane after all."
Eventually I made it to the accident and could see that no one was seriously hurt. No emergency vehicles, just a police officer trying to sort it all out. Soon I was on my way and made it to my destination in no time.
I sat in the parking lot and contemplated what had just happened.
How often do I experience "heavy traffic" on the road of life? In times of heartache and trials it's easy to look at my neighbor and think, "I wish I had it as easy as her."
The reality is we all have our own heavy traffic. Life is full of detours, flat tires, and even accidents once in a while.
But one thing is the same for us all. We all our children of a loving Heavenly Father who wants us back home. He sent us our Great Navigator who knows how to get each of us there.
I just need to trust that I'm on the fastest route.