I didn’t go to school to become a detective. I’m no private eye. I don’t have surveillance equipment and other spyware. I’m not overly fond of puzzles and who done it games. I’ve never been to a mystery theatre show and I have no appreciation for piecing things together and figuring out how things work. Most days I don’t wake up, get dressed, and grab my plaid sleuthing cap on the way out the door. The point is, I just need to know. It’s as simple as that. I just need to know, what I need to know, whenever I need to know it. What’s so hard about that?
So, I seek His advice in pretty much everything, before I do anything. I do all I think I’m supposed to, all that I think He wants me to, yet I falter. So what’s the deal? Why can’t He cut me some slack and just lay things out for me so that it’s all crystal clear and see through? I have no idea why I need to figure things out all of the time. I mean, my life is literally a guessing game. Should I spend money on this? Am I majoring in the right degree? What plumber should I use? Is this dude I’m seeing the one I should be seeing? Should I quit my stable job to take a chance on my passionate job? I’m telling you, I’ll choose the slowest line in the supermarket each and everytime. Now granted, my decisions have not been Pulitzer Prize worthy and my choices oftentimes suck, but still I try to connect His dots and chose the path He wants me to take. But it’s not easy.
Sometimes His way is so overgrown with weeds and bush that I can’t see the dotted lines I need to follow. I don’t have binoculars or a magnifying glass but still, I follow the itty bitty breadcrumbs He sprinkles along my way, the breadcrumbs that’s meant to lead me to where I need to go. But His breadcrumbs have no scent and they’re colorless. His road is not like that yellow brick road we’ve all heard about. The road He wants me to take is pretty much invisible to my naked eye and I’m not Superman, so I don’t have x ray vision to see what’s right in front of me. So each day I trek on the route I think I’m supposed to take, and trust He’s holding my hand and gently, or maybe not so gently, shoving me from behind to get on His right track.
I’m sure He knows my name is not Sherlock and I don’t have Watson as my sidekick. All I have is me and His colorless, odorless breadcrumbs as a guide in finding and following this invisible road He’s designed for me. But for sure when I figure out the routes I should take . . . the prizes, the blessings, the feelings of accomplishment and awe that wait for me on His path, is hella worth me dusting off my nonexistent sleuthing skills. But man, I wish I had me a magnifying glass.
