That Texas Twang
Friends were visiting our home recently when we got on the subject of Texas accents. They told us a story about acquaintances of theirs from Chicago who came down for a visit. After crossing into Texas, they pulled off the road at a little country store and asked for directions to find Highway 271. The store owner said, “Yawnit,” and continued helping another customer. Not understanding, the man repeated his question and got the same response, but a little louder: “Yawnit.” Frustrated, he went back to the car. His wife asked, “Well, did you find out anything?” “No,” he answered, “I never did. The guy just keeps saying, ‘Yawnit.’ ” I have lived in Texas long enough now to know that “yawnit” means “you are on it.” At times recently, Helen and I have wondered if we are still on the right road or if we should be doing something else. But when I was last tempted by comparison or anxiety, I asked the Lord if we needed new directions along life’s road. I thought I heard the Lord say in his best Texas accent, “Yawnit!” And so we travel on.