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“Are we there yet?” As I sit and prepare mentally for the drive ahead of us today, the words are already ringing in my ear, “Momma, are we almost there?” It actually makes me giggle at the beginning of the trip to hear–the record was fifteen minutes into a thirteen hour drive. After the eleventh hour and way too many miles, it then grows wearisome to hear. Try as I may to comfort my passengers with talk of our final destination and how great it will be, we now move into the bolder and a bit louder statement part of the ride, “I am bored. I am hungry. I am bored AND hungry. Oh! And thirsty. Yes! Thirsty, too. Are we there YET????”
On one particularly long journey back home, the normal seven-hour trip was turned into an eleven-hour haul because of New York traffic. As soon as I saw the miles and miles of red brake lights ahead of me, I knew I was in trouble. I decided to once again try to comfort my kiddos with chit chat. We talked about New York and what it was like growing up there. My daughter asked me if New York was as dangerous as her friends in the country seem to think it is. I was in the middle of giving my answer when a huge sign overhead announced we were at Arthur Kill Road. At the same moment, a truck passed us with a humongous advertisement on the side of it. There was a small bug holding a rather large gun that was made to look like it was about to shoot us. Well, my kids went into hysterics. “Even the bugs are dangerous in New York! Make sure you avoid Arthur on HIS road at all costs!!!” They were snorting and laughing for the remaining three hours making up all different stories that made the movie, A Bug’s Life, look boring.
Ahhhhh, in this final, slow-moving leg of our trip, my kids were truly enjoying the journey on the way to their amazing destination (being spoiled at Grandma’s), as was their mother listening to the hysterics. Somehow, the journey became as memorable as the destination’s memories in the annals of time.
As I sat and began to pray for our trip, I started to realize how very much this is true of life, as well. Heaven is our final destination–that marvelous place promised to all who have accepted Jesus Christ as their Savior awaits! But, there is life to navigate prior to arriving on Heaven’s sunny shores–there is a journey to get there. Fraught with things that test our patience and threaten to make us turn around and choose a different route, it is here where our rubber meets the road; it is here that God tests us, refines us, shapes us, loves us, and prepares us for when we shall finally arrive home.
Since this was my devotion time, I looked back over the pages of my journal. There, I found a woman who sounds a lot like the kids in the back seat at times. “Lord, are we almost there yet? I am so hungry (for more of You). I am thirsty (dry in spirit, quench me, Lord). This trip is toooooo hard, Lord! I think I may surely die (ok, I am a drama queen–yes–but it’s MY private journal)!” (And yes, my daughter used that one on our last trip–I still giggle about it).
“Not that I have already obtained it or have already become perfect, but I press on so that I may lay hold of that for which also I was laid hold of by Christ Jesus. Brethren, I do not regard myself as having laid hold of it yet; but one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and reaching forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus. “
The Apostle Paul lays out our destination as the goal, our prize. It is towards this upward call that we are journeying daily. How often do I want to just race towards that finish line and get to those gates instead of pressing on and pressing through in a way that I do not miss all the blessings He has for me along the way? I am sure more often than I would like to admit.
A highway will be there, a roadway,
And it will be called the Highway of Holiness.
Life is hard. Detours, accidents, and things that slow us down and try our patience, do get in the way and tend to turn our ‘praise’ prayers into ‘whiny kids in the backseat’ prayers. When my kids took their minds off their perceived misery and started enjoying life around them, the journey was sweet and memorable. I want my life journey to be the same way. There is nothing wrong with enjoying the ride as we press on towards the goal. In the midst of any misery, we can still grab hold of a funny moment or a friendly smile and cherish the blessing as we press through. God is on the journey with us; I believe that how we journey is equally important to God as the end result of us reaching our destination because it is on that journey that we learn about Him and ourselves.
Next time I start the, “Are we there yet?????” whining song with God, I think it best I picture Him looking at me through the review mirror asking me if He needs to pull the car over. Once I stop with my poor backseat attitude, I can travel down the road of grace that He leads me down happily making memories along the way home.
Well, with attitude now in check, I bid you a fond farewell. Actually, that may or may not be true. I am not sure what this trip will hold or how much time it will afford me to write or read blogs. Please know you will be thought of and prayed for, as usual! I will be checking my email for prayer requests, so please do not ever hesitate to write. Prayer is an amazing part of a vacation. I will see you soon, Lord willing.
Much love to you all…….
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