We did a small experiment and set one phone on Waze, another on Google Maps, and the Rav 4 navigation system. It was intriguing that they all had different arrival times. We let them all run as we were curious as to where the differences would be.
As one spoke over the other and all three sounded very sure of their directions and directives, my Mom said, “it is clear there is more than one way to get home.” I thought about those words as we continued to drive.
There is more than one way to so many things in life. I began to consider where my voice tries to overpower and where my voice allows room for more than one way? Sometimes people follow different directions to all arrive in the same general space. I wonder if you are a person who allows others to define their way, or do you speak over others’ voices, directing them to follow your path.
I am grateful for more than one way to get home. And I am grateful to be home. In the end, it matters not what route we took. May we all be people who encourage the travel of many different roads and allow the people around us the freedom to choose!
Blessed be His name!