Lost

Lost...do we stop for directions or do we keep driving?  Passing the same landmark time after time, GPS constantly recalculating, time ticking away, frustrations elevated and still stopping for assistance is not a option.  Lost among chaos, last among unforeseen turns, lost because we have forgotten to listen...whatever the reason, we are lost.  The highway of life entices, deliberately we drive yet without purpose and without inspiration and quickly we become lost, quickly we find ourselves among unfamiliar roads, searching for nonexistent destinations.  Each turn we take seems to lead further from our intended destination and, with each wrong turn, elevated anxieties create tensions, create restlessness.  Questions arise: where, why, how, what, when, all question with a common denominator of no contest for the highway we have chosen to ride marks not the heart but rather the forced calamity of humanity; its gauge majority intent.  No wonder we are lost, with a platform of self promotion heaped in among self preservation and vanity, directions of the heart eclipsed by poorly lite, curvy roads which claim all of our attention.  Pulling off the road, taking a look at the map for ourselves, or asking a trusted confidant for directions...this is how we become unlost.  However it is a very distinct line between not being lost and being found.  For the moment, we are content with not being lost: sights, sounds familiar, even soothing as we romanticize the familiarity of each turn, of each landmark.  Yet, being found is much more rewarding for it familiarizes hope while creating purpose-filled turns.  Sometimes we just need to turn for the car and walk for the markings of the heart blend into its surrounding while at high speeds.  Slow down, stop, walk, listen, the signage of faith, the signage of the Father leads in the direction of introspection, of humility.  This is our chance to admit we know not the direction in which we move, we know not where were are, that we are lost.  This is our opportunity to be found, found cradled in the loving arms of the Father, destination trust with each turn marked by faith.  In circles we need not drive, down poorly lit roads we need not go for the heart knows the way as the Father is our GPS.  Lost?  Stop.  Listen.  Look.  The Father is down every path, around every bend, present in each moment that we may ever, again, become lost.