Directions - who needs directions?!

When Andy and I first married we had it all worked out. He was the pilot, I was the navigator. Truly, it was a beautifully symbiotic relationship. He liked to drive. I liked to have a plan. He couldn't tell north from south to save his soul, at least not in the middle of a city. (Eagle scout he may be, and tie a knot, start a fire and find the moss on the proper side of a tree he can do... but that doesn't help you find your way around San Francisco.) I loved to look at the map, find where we were, where we were going, and then try to narrow it down to the most manageable route between the two.
 Personally, I thought it worked well.

 But last year he replaced me.
 His mistress is named Garmin and he trusts her explicitly.

 Unfortunately, I am dreadfully jealous.

 Sometimes I cannot be with him, and she serves her purpose well.
 Sometimes the way is complicated, and she makes my job much easier.
 But sometimes she makes mistakes. She is a computer, and can't tell when a road isn't open because of construction, or because the military likes to randomly restrict things.
 But still, he trusts her, rather then me. Or sometimes even his own eyes.

 We spent too much time in the car on Sat, driving over to Ft. Benning to "check it out" before Andy gets stationed there. (more on that another time)

 Tomorrow we will be driving up to Ft Gordon to visit our sister-in-law and niece.
 Georgia is getting it's fair share of our gasoline, and my patience.
 I hope little Miss Garmin's battery doesn't die, because I don't think I am even going to pack the map.

 He loves her for directions.
 He loves me for a million other things.
 I think it is time for me to let it go...
 Sigh. Now I have four hours in the car to listen to my own advice.
 September may be over, but the attempt to live a God centered marriage continues!