The Lost City of Alba Texas
Our daughter was in a camp in Alba and it is time to go and
get her. GPS in hand and off we go. “This thing will get us there with pin point
accuracy.” I thought proudly. It took me
hours over several days to set this up and I was excited to show my sweet one
how smart I was to set this up.
What a drive. Days in
advance I set up GPS on my iPhone. Did I
already say that? I didn’t want to drive
all of the way to East Texas just to get lost looking for Alba. As we approached our exit off of I 20, GPS
said to take one exit while my co-pilot told me to take another. She had to be wrong because GPS said
something different. I’m not telling her
that she was wrong. That would be a Bozo
no-no on a grand scale! We came closer
to GPS’s exit. “Last chance.” “NO! We take the next one.” We went passed as I sang, “Bye Bye Miss
American Pie..”
If we get totally lost, I knew GPS could get us where we
need to be from anywhere. I let her
instruct me on every turn. I didn’t like
it because she had to be wrong. We got
there with out a problem. She knew what
she was doing and I didn’t. Or should I
say that GPS messed up?
She was right!! GPS
was wrong!!
Dirt roads to the camp sloshed red clay all over the bottom
of the car as thorn bushes scratched at the sides we came into camp.
Now we go home.
No. We go to the school parking
lot in Arlington. No. We take her friend home way into Fort
Worth. Road weary, I turned to my most
excellent co-pilot and requested, “Chinese Fire Drill?” I was ready for her to drive. Her arm was still hurting so I drove on home.
When we got home I checked it out. Somehow her directions and GPS would come
together to the same place. Nope. I still don’t understand it. She was right and GPS was way off.
Next trip I will have it figured out. Maybe.
Matthew 6:33
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