Our GPS leads us out of the darkness so unfailingly that when our friend Pat suggested the name Faith, we embraced it. Since then Steve began calling on Faith’s ways of finding reasonable rooms for the night whenever we grow weary.
Our March road trip to New Orleans tested Faith on several evenings when pickings were slim, but between our Faith and Pat’s Siri, we found comfortable vacancies. One evening Siri’s Trip Advisor ratings insisted on an inn a good way off our beaten path. Without Faith the complicated cross-town zigzags would have been overwhelming, we didn’t despair. Over a late supper, we plotted our final leg, pestering Siri with so many distance questions that she went on strike.
That’s when Steve called on Faith once more. Maybe we should have given her time to regain her strength after so many trials, but we were thoughtless. There in a booth somewhere in Joplin, Missouri, our Faith ebbed away–most likely suicide.
With no idea how to get back to the highway leading home, we might have wandered lost for 40 years had Steve not at last revived our Faith. Fervent blessings and eternal gratitude to the designers of the GPS.