When my husband and I headed off for our trip to Yellowstone, our first stop to spend the night was Raton, New Meixco. A friend recommended a small RV park there by the name of Summerlan. We entered the address into our GPS and followed the directions. We came into the town on Highway 87. The sweet, feminine voice of our GPS advised us to turn right in one quarter mile. After that distance, the right turn entered Highway 25.
Our guide told us to take that first exit and go over the interstate highway.
"Ah, I said, it must be on the other side of the interstate."
But, on the other side was other businesses, and no RVs. We again reached Highway 87 at the corner of the McDonalds Restaurant. Then, we spotted the sign that gave the street name: Cedar St., the street address of Summerlan RV Park.
Our GPS guide remained silent.
"I'm taking it," my husband said. After all, there was no street on the other side of 87 and the GPS had told us to turn right.
So, we turned.
We drove...and drove...and drove, but found nothing but residential.
"The numbers are getting smaller," my husband said. "We're lost."
When all else fails, call the source, so I dialed the number for Summerlan RV Park. A nice lady understood exactly what happened. She tried to explain it, but her directions were contrary to our
"I'll stay on the line," she said with a sensitive, thoughtful voice. Her words guided us to the other side of Highway 87, the other side of Highway 25 and to the left.
There before us spread a small, but welcoming sight, Summerlan RV Park. Though it was raining, that sweet lady met us with an umbrella and helped my husband inside to sign the papers and get our RV space for the night. She may not have had the tech knowledge wrapped up in a GPS, but she owed the park and knew all about it.
|A friend's backyard which makes a wonderful place to talk with God.|
Sometimes, it's like that in life. Burdened down with depression or turmoil, we seek help and follow advice from so-called experts. We read books on the topic, we listen to speeches, we counsel with ones who supposedly have the answers. When all else fails, we read our Bible or pray. The true expert (God) created us and knows all about us. His answers, His advise, His directions will always be correct.
This is not to say that psychiatrists, psychologists, social workers, preachers, teachers, or authors who are expert in their field don't have a place or a need. Our GPS has been our guide in several cities in the past. Without it, traversing unknown area would've been difficult. My point is that to be sure the help we receive is right, we must go to the source.
To the point above, I add this footnote. I'm one of those so-called expert authors. My book Divine Dining: 365 Devotions for Healthier Weight and Abundant Wellness gives advice for losing weight God's way. My own weight loss journey makes me an "expert." However, if you suffer from compulsive overeating, seek out the Bible and talk with God to be sure of getting wisdom for your unique lifestyle.
Are you faced with a problem today that you might need to ask guidance from the true expert?