Follow me.
If you're not a frequent participant in aviation activities, you might not be familiar with the "follow me" truck. Most airlines have gates at airports and the planes taxi to the gates following yellow lines and gate signs. At military bases, though, we have open ramps with designated parking spots. Yellow lines lead to these but we use something called a "follow me" truck to lead them in. It's literally a truck with a big lighted sign in the bed that tells the pilot to "follow me".
I had the opportunity to drive the "follow me" a couple of times. Once the real "follow me" truck literally died on the yellow line and I had to get out of my truck and push it out of the way, then jump back in my truck, hit the flashers, and have the plane follow me. Another time, the pilot chose NOT to follow me and went his own way into the spot. He got there. It was all good.
God promises that if we lean not on our own understanding, but trust Him in all our ways and He'll make the path straight. Sometimes, that looks like a spiritual "Follow Me". That's kind of how my week has been. I had a short time to get over a big hurt. I'm not sure how we're gonna get where I think we're going, but that's not for me to figure out. I just mostly know what NOT to do and I'm trying to NOT do those things.
It's hard sometimes. I'd like to say I can't understand the last month of my life, but I can because all that happened to me was the very same thing I've done to others. While I don't understand the why, I can tell you that one of the things that God is doing is a little bit of justice. I've reaped what I sowed, to some extent. I know I'll never forget the lesson and I'm much more careful about how I deal with people. The other thing it's done is just bring to light some things I need to work on. I'm always gonna be a work in progress. The other thing I know is that God is good, and He still has a plan for me.
I have some small idea what that is, and the what is just between God and I today. But the spiritual follow-me's are there. The thing is that it's not something I can do. It's something only God can do and the follow me might require me to trust Him and not do what I'd do if I was in charge of my own life. I guess I am, at some point, but at the point of deciding if we're gonna do this the easy way, or the learn the lesson the hard way, way. I'm surrendering up front.
Thanksgiving is Thursday and I have much to be thankful for. I will be celebrating, albeit potentially alone but I'm good with that. I have my pets. Jesus will be here. And COVID rages so there's that. I trust God and the reasons He has for what He's doing in my life. And I'm still very grateful for all He's done for me, is doing, and what He will do.
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