I was thinking this morning about the trip we just made, and because of the bad weather and sheer volume of cars on the road, how much our perception plays a part in how we experience the things we go through.
Ordinarily that trip is fairly short, with good highways all along the way, and we'd drive along with no problems at all, hardly thinking of the time and distance at all.... but then came the storm, with snowflakes so big, floating down out of the sky, so picturesque at first, and then when they began to stick, the picture-postcard became a nightmare to drive in.
The perception of that first part of the trip was that we were traveling along so far, only to pass a landmark and realize that it wasn't so...time seemed to have slowed down along with our travel, and it seemed to take forever to go just one mile.
So much of my life I spent just like that, driving along seemingly without a care.... the picture was pretty enough on the outside, but it just hid all the turmoil within. It seemed I'd travel and drive for such a long way, only to look around and suddenly see, that I'd been walking in circles, not going anywhere - this just wasn't the way I wanted to be.
Later on in our trip, we drove out of the snow, and felt sure that on the next highway we'd make up some time.... but as we came down the ramp and looked ahead at what was to be, an endless sea of tail-lights was all that we could see. The road was clear, there was no snow, and no accident in sight to cause this plight, but it was clear that we'd not make our destination while it was still light.
There were so many cars ahead of us on the road that actually 'driving' was not the order of the day...it was more stop and roll, a trip done in slow motion.... and the keyword that described out progress was the word 'slow.' It was amazing how after a while, the slow pace became what was normal, and the few times the line sped up, going 15 miles an hour felt like we were flying!
My life even after I met Jesus and invited Him into my heart, didn't suddenly become smooth sailing, there were a lot of obstacles to remove, they crowded in front of me by the hundreds, and sometimes I felt I would never move out of the dark.... my progress at times was so slow, some things in my life so hard to put away, that I'd get discouraged till God would gently remind me, that with Him I would always be moving forward.... there was light at the end of this tunnel, there would come a much brighter day.
Finally we reached the last part of our trip, and moved out of that slow moving line, and came around the curve to see clear highway ahead, no snow, no traffic, nothing in the way, and at last down that highway we sped. After all those hours at slow speed, it now felt like we were flying...the miles fell away, and before we knew it, our destination was just ahead, a wonderful sight.
The lights were shining bright, a welcome in their glow, the warmth of the house drew us in..... and now at last we could relax and enjoy the time we had so looked forward to...and the hours on the road faded and fell away just as if they had never been.
When at last I met you...and we fell in love and then married, I felt like my hard journey had come to an end...and the destination I had longed for, was now a part of me, for in your arms was where I was meant to be. And all the long time on the journey to become what God would have me to be, I realized had all been a preparation for the gift of love God would give to me.
Our love is that warm house with welcoming lights all aglow...the destination, the place I had longed for, with more happiness than I thought I'd ever know. Every morning I thank God for the gift He has given, for the love and joy so true...and my heart overflows with the sheer happiness I have that each new day I get to share it all with you.
This really ministered to me very loudly. I try to stay focused on the destination because the journey gets to be pretty rough. But that's not the way the Lord would have it. No, I believe He'd like for me to stop along the side of the highway occasionally, take my time and take in the scenery, pick a wildflower or two, wear them in my hair. ("smell the roses" so to speak) Bear with me, friend... I'm learning.