|Boldly marching down the Unknown Road. Fedorable!|
When I got my first job out of college as a reporter in Corpus Christi, I put a map of the city on my bedroom wall to look at when chatting on the phone or falling asleep. When Google Earth first came out, my brothers/dad/Chris all became obsessed with satellite images of our cities. I’m pretty sure Google Maps + a smartphone = superpowers. But even Google has its limits. Pre-planning a road trip to Nagano from Yamato one time, all the mighty Google could tell me about one segment of our journey was, “Left on unknown road to Hakuba.” I love that. I knew where I was. I had a general idea of our destination. I knew we could get there; it just meant following some unknown roads.
|ALL BETTER! More or less!|
For example, moving to Pensacola was not our first choice. We like Pensacola well enough, we’d just already been here. But the doctor who saved Isaac’s life is here. The cardiologists in Atlanta commended her for finding Isaac’s coarctation based only on how his murmur sounded. They said it sounded like a typical, benign murmur most kids outgrow. We also found out that waiting much longer to do his surgery would have been too late. So it’s hard to second-guess orders to places we don’t want when we have this excellent example of God providing for every need of Isaac’s before we even knew there was a problem to worry about.
|Tape broke. 90s problem!|
So it’s ok not to have all the answers. I guess. I know where I am; we have a general idea of our destination (probably not here…probably involving a hospital in about five months). We know where we’ve been (and I’ve been in the driver’s seat with “Cars” playing behind me 5,000 too many times, CLEARLY).
|Watching the flight line with dad|