When my kids come to visit me, they take different routes to get here. They all know and accept that each of them needs to take a different route, and they don’t judge each other. They each want to get here the best way they can. And I certainly don’t care about how they get here; all I care about is that they want to come to me. And when they get here, all that matters is that we are together.
Pretty sure that’s the way it is with God.