Fork in the Road
I surely loved my mother-in-law, Flo Levergood, who is now with the Lord. Talk about personality she had it! One time, my husband and I decided to accompany her and Dad Levergood to Texas to see "Grandma FeeFee," or Mrs. Frazer, the wife of the founding pastor of the Wick Road Baptist Church
Bill and I found the trip to be quite amusing. Mom Levergood always did the driving, because Dad never wanted to. Instead he was our trusty navigator. However, Mom never trusted his sense of direction so she didn’t like to follow his instructions. On this trip we eventually came to a fork in the road and Dad said, "Go right!" Mom said, "I don't think so Walter. I think we go to the left."
“Honey, if you won’t believe me please stop somewhere for directions!”
Laughing, Bill and I looked up to see a hitchhiker at the fork in the road bravely thumbing a ride. I’m sure he thought he was about to become a hood ornament as he stood there with a suitcase in each hand, trying to decide if the redhead at the wheel was going left or right. Finally he gave up and threw his suitcases into the air and ran for his life. If a policeman had gone by at that time he would have given this man a ticket for littering the bushes with his underwear.
The poor man high-tailed it out of there just as an indecisive mom eventually made up her mind to go left. Of course she took the wrong way but she would not admit it. Mom and dad Levergood were divided at the fork in the road, each insisting they knew the right way.
Throughout history divisions of all kinds happened at the “fork in the road.” The Bible is full of directional instructions but they were not always heeded. You will find in the devotionals in the following pages, a direction or position that is also found in the verse. Look for the word! It might be as simple as in, out, and up, but scripture always leads God-ward.
Are you at a fork in the road? Watch out! If you don’t search for God’s guidance and direction you might want to alert that bystander you are coming through! Yell, “Hang on to your suitcase!”
Like Walter pleaded with Florence
