There’s a moment on every spiritual path when you realize you’ve been “driving to New York without a map.” You know you’re headed somewhere meaningful, somewhere that feels like destiny, but the route is foggy, the signs are confusing, and the GPS inside your heart keeps recalculating. And honestly, that’s what makes the journey sacred.
Imagine getting in your car in Tulsa, turning the key, and deciding, I’m going to New York.
No map.
No GPS.
No itinerary.
Just a sense that New York is where you’re meant to be.
When I was a young man, God asked me to give up a guaranteed paycheck, to say goodbye to family and friends, and to travel 1,641 miles from home to be used of Him as he saw fit. Nothing was sure, but His call on my life.
At first, it feels exciting. You’re fueled by obedience and possibility. But after a few hours, the uncertainty creeps in. You start wondering: Am I even going the right way? What if I’m completely lost? What if I miss something important?
That’s the spiritual journey in a nutshell. We feel the pull toward growth, healing, purpose, or transformation, but the path isn’t laid out like a highway. It’s more like a series of unmarked backroads that only make sense in hindsight.
If life handed you a perfect map, you’d follow it mechanically. You’d never discover the hidden towns, the unexpected detours, the strangers who become guides, or the quiet moments that reshape you. A map would give you certainty, but it would steal your becoming. Spiritual growth isn’t about arriving quickly. It’s about learning to trust the spiritual compass that doesn’t shout directions but whispers them. You may not know the whole route, but you always know the next mile.
When you drive without a map, you pay attention differently. You notice the sky, the road, the way the light changes. You become present. You become receptive. You become humble enough to ask for guidance and brave enough to keep going even when the path bends. That’s the spiritual life: a journey where clarity comes in pieces, courage comes in waves, and faith becomes the fuel that keeps you moving.
Reaching New York is wonderful, but the real transformation happened somewhere in the middle of Kansas, or on a quiet stretch of highway in Missouri, or during a moment of doubt that taught you to trust God. You don’t grow when you arrive. You grow on the way. For me, it was upstate New York. With each mile I traveled, my faith grew. I didn’t know how things would go, but I knew in my spirit it would be okay.
“Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path.” (Ps. 119:105) God doesn’t always light the whole road—just the next step. But His Word is enough to keep you moving forward.
“Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you saying, ‘This is the way; walk in it.’” (Isa. 30:21) This is God’s promise of personal, moment‑by‑moment direction.
“He refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake.” (Ps. 23:3) God doesn’t just guide you—He guides you for His glory and your good.
“I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with my loving eye on you.” (Ps. 32:8) God doesn’t just point—He personally instructs and watches over you.
“The steps of a man are established by the Lord, when he delights in his way.” (Ps. 37:23) Your steps are not random; God establishes them.
“You make known to me the path of life…” (Ps. 16:11) God doesn’t just guide you through life—He guides you into life.
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I almost blew it! What if I hadn’t of done what I had committed to God to do? I had told him a few years ago I would do my best to never miss a deadline to writing a blog. If I had what would have happened? I know one thing, the end result wouldn’t have been the same.
Confession: I have never been inside a confessional booth. I grew up in a church where doing so was not part of our spiritual practice. I am at a temple where there is one. I am writing this blog post while sitting inside it. Not intended, but in order to see I brought a small, but bright LED light. It is casting such a white glow I think it scared a couple checking out the temple.

A river flows downstream. Life in a boat, doing nothing, on that stream, comes easy, natural. It takes no effort, but to go upstream is another story. The mightier the current, the harder one must paddle, or use external power. You stop for one instance, or turn off the engine, and you begin going back down.
Our founding fathers didn’t declare this, but congress did in 1956. They could have declared a lot of things when they were deciding what to inscribe on our currency. Something that would be used around the world. I’m sure after a lot of thought, it became obvious, the only thing to say was who they trusted in. Those men knew God and His word. After all, men came to this land for the “pursuit of religious freedom.” It just makes cents!