Marco Polo

When you are matriarch of a large family you spend a great deal of time shopping.  More times than naught I am in the middle of my local Mart store dodging and weaving around people in an attempt to collect the weeks bounty.  Oh, that reminds me I need to add paper towels to my shopping list.

It is once in a blue moon that I am purchasing alone. The entourage will occasionally disperse throughout the store, but honestly that is usually the men. Sometimes I have my mind on what I am needing to do and I walk away from them , but granted it is not usually very far away.   However if and when we do get separated my oldest will shout out, “Madre!” I will respond with her name and she locates me. However, the younger two do not care for that, they prefer the old stand by, Marco Polo.  It works pretty good most of the time.

Today my girls and I are standing in the men’s socks.  Comparing prices and styles.  A voice that does not belong to our group comes calling from several aisles away, “Marco!”  My middle daughter without pause replied, “Polo!” She throws her hand over her mouth and turns red in the face instantly realizing that she has answered someone she does not know.

We giggled for a minute and another call rang out,”Marco!”  She slightly moved her hand and in a sheepish tone responded, “Polo.”  Immediately back,”Marco!” The voice was getting closer.

“Now you know that you do not know who that is,” I instructed with a smile, “You better stop responding.”  “Polo!” the other girl rang out.

I am shaking my head and laughing too. Just waiting for the person to locate us and realize that they are following the wrong voice.  I decide to vacate the area before it becomes a completely embarrassing situation.  The two young ladies follow in kind.  However, leaving that spot in the store did not keep them from shouting back and forth to each other as we walked through the store, “Marco!” “Polo.”  Never a dull moment around here!

I wonder if we are sometimes so busy that we are not careful to know to whose voice we are responding.   Is it the right voice that will lead me to where I need to be, or the wrong voice that will in the end throw me completely off my perfect course?

Jesus said in John 10:27, “My sheep know my voice, and I know them, and they follow me.”  So as a believer in Christ I should KNOW the correct voice to follow.  Sometimes when you lose your way a bit, you need help to get back on track.  Listen for the Master to call out to you. You will recognize that it is Him and you can follow His lead.

 

 

 

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