Charted

What is Charted?

Like a master surveyor, Jesus gives us clear directions to find a fulfilling, purpose-filled relationship with Himself - a map to the Way, the Truth, and the Life. Charted is a daily devotional written by the junior class at Fountainview Academy (Class of 2019). Based on the book Steps to Christ, this book explores the path to the Originator and Provider of Genuine Joy. We don't have to be confused about the way. The certainty is in the journey: divinely Charted.

Prayer is the opening of the heart to God as to a friend. Not that it is
necessary in order to make known to God what we are, but in order to
enable us to receive Him. Prayer does not bring God down to us, but
brings us up to Him. – Steps to Christ, pg. 93.
It was a chilly November evening in New York City. I snuggled
deeper into my woolly coat to guard against the biting wind. People
pressed around me from all sides because, after all, it was rush hour.
But I didn’t care. All that I cared about was my brand new American
Girl Doll I carried carefully in my arms. I was so excited!
My family and I were on our way to a restaurant, and we
needed to catch a bus to get there. Concerned only for my doll and
unaware of my surroundings, I stopped and put her in my coat so she
wouldn’t get “cold.”
“Miranda Isabelle Delgado, keep walking!” my mother
commanded. I knew when she said my middle name she meant
business, so I ran to catch up with the rest of the group and boarded
the bus just in time.
Once I was comfortably seated, I remembered my doll and
proceeded to unzip my coat, but she was not there! Well, it’s okay; she
might be underneath the chair. But she wasn’t underneath the chair
either! I tugged at my mom’s coat and cried out, “Mami, I lost my doll!”
My mom quickly told my dad, and we got off at the first stop possible. I
was distraught and humiliated. My mom tried to reassure me, saying,
“Jesus knows and cares about the situation. He will help us.”
My dad went sinto the busy city to look for my doll. Thirty
minutes later, he returned with her safely nestled in his arms. I had
dropped her on the side of the road and cars had run over her. The
ribbon in her hair was badly torn, but I had my doll! Out of all the
problems in the world at that moment, God had chosen to guide my
dad to find my little doll. He answers our prayers, from the little cries of
eight-year-olds, to the desperate pleas of adults. He’s my friend, and
He wants to be your friend too.