Road blocks are not always bad. (Or we can get there from here.)

It was on a family vacation – driving vacation to Colorado that we first used our GPS. It was a great tool, and I loved it from the start. I don’t know what I would do without these days, and I don’t know how we managed without it before their invention. However, I have to smile and praise our Lord when I think of that trip.

We were coming back through New Mexico, I finally was in the driver’s seat, Ray was in the back, and we were cruising. We wanted to get home, almost two weeks away, so I selected the fastest route. Well, sleeping passengers and beautiful views kept me from noticing in time that we had been directed off the highway and was now on a two-lane blacktop. Until cattle stopped us on the road, at that point, Ray was awake and wanted to know where and how I took a wrong turn. That was just the beginning. We proceed on the route of curves, climbs, one-lane bridges that turned into dirt roads and then onto ‘oh I don’t know if we are going to get it out of here’ roads. Then the path widened, and the sun was shining, and before us was a four-lane highway, it just appeared. Ray, who had begun to get car sick in the back, was the happiest of all as we were just about to give up and turn back. We were smiling and singing like four-year-olds with chocolate cake. Just as we began to settle back in comfortably into our seats, we arrived at guard gates stretched out across four lanes. Guards with guns. US Guards with firearms, with Ray telling me I have driven to Mexico. Confused, I stopped. No way was I going to backtrack three hours through where we had just driven. Finally, deciding to pull up to the gate, they allow us to pass into the City of Los Alamos.

We trusted that GPS, I followed it turn by turn. The problem was I did get off course at some point, and from where I deviated, the GPS recalculated the route. The smooth-talking Karen Aussie voice didn’t announce the recalculation as they do now. In today’s world, every time my iPhone tells me it is recalculating my route, my thoughts go to how that is with our lives. I set out on a path, and I change course, maybe not knowing that I have, and I can hear God having to recalculate my route. He uses many different methods between friends, unseen angels, disappointments, rewards, and illnesses to get me back on track, but he always does.

I find that working with clients searching for a home that fits their current lifestyle starts with a perfect image in our mind. We think we know what we want in a home or a neighborhood. But things happen, plans change, and ideas evolve. The loan process takes longer than we hoped, the inspections don’t go well, rains come and show us that the area we thought we wanted is not really what we need.

Recalculation doesn’t stress me like it once did. Roadblocks are not always a bad thing. Sometimes we need a guide to help us see that it is going to be okay and that the surprises and recalculations are adjustments made to assure that we are on the correct path.

No matter the twist turns, or possible setbacks in your home search, I will work to help you navigate the road, and I’ll Get You Home.  I won’t ROOST ‘til we get you there.