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We need an expert guide

“This is what the LORD, your protector, says, the Holy One of Israel: “I am the LORD your God, who teaches you how to succeed, who leads you in the way you should go.”
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭48:17‬




There are some things that I am thinking through and praying about.  Some decisions that need made. As I stand here looking into the future, I am aware that my own navigating through these decisions are tricky and need an expert guide.

It feels like being on Lake Erie with my dad and his boat.  He has given me the responsibility of navigating the boat into the harbor and into the dock but always, he is standing right at my shoulder telling me which way to steer the vessel, when to apply the gas and when to reverse.  
On my own, I could do tremendous damage.  I'm not the captain and I have no long-term skill in guiding water craft through tight canals, among other much-valued vessels.  It's intimidating!

Or like Frodo navigating through the Mordor.  A step in the wrong direction means certain death.  Don't follow the lights, don't look at the dead faces.  With Gollum as his guide, he found his way through the marsh maze.  

It takes an expert to navigate a labyrinth.  Success means making it from start to finish and you may be able to do that on your own but it could take hours or days longer than needed.  Or you may just die in there.  True success takes an expert guide.

God promises to go before us.  To stand watch behind us.  And to whisper direction as we go.  
And the best part?  He still loves us when we think we've got it down, gun the throttle, and ram the dock.  He is as patient as ever.  He ties on some bumpers and tells us to try again. 


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