My teenage granddaughter needed me to transport her to a church today that I had never been to. So, I did the stupid thing and asked, "How do we get there?" She replied, "I thought you knew." Being the mean grumpy old man that I am, I responded, "If I knew I wouldn’t ask you."
She directed me through the country road route. I don’t know why there is a church there, God can’t possibly find His way there the way we went. So, I came back a different way using my sense of direction and a sign that pointed to somewhere I knew. It was a straight road with only one stop sign where you have to make turn onto a highway that lead me back to my house.
I bet that’s the way God goes to get there.
PMO
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