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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“Recalculating.” Seems to be her favorite word. I get frustrated with her at times. Ladies, please don’t get mad, but a man doesn’t like to be told what to do by a woman. It’s not our fault, it’s just the way we are wired. So I recently put my GPS in the back seat, and it felt natural. At times, I still try to get where I think I am supposed to be going, on my own.