"Are we there yet?"
I can’t count the times I’ve heard that phrase come from one of my children sitting in the back seat of the car. Usually the first time it’s uttered, we are on mile number two of a five hundred mile journey. You know the rest; it’s then repeated every five to ten miles thereafter.
Soon after my children realized this was a great way to annoy their parents, my husband came up with an equally annoying answer, “about another five minutes”. At first the kids were very excited, then afterwards, well, you guessed it. All this did was elicit cries of “MOM!” from my offspring, forcing me in my mathematically and geographically challenged mind to quickly come up with a plausible and totally fictitious answer that would placate them for the next few miles.
As I make my way in my own journey that is life, I find myself asking the same question of God, “Am I there yet?” “How much farther Lord?” “How many times down this same road?”
My impatience at the delays and detours of my own making, is comparable to that of my children sitting in that back seat. Like them, I had anticipated being much farther along in the journey by now. But I see that some of the scenery is still the same, and at times my tank is running on empty. Glancing in the rearview mirror, I can see unmet goals and missed opportunities.
But even as I grow weary at the wheel, I realize that I must choose to look forward, with my eyes on the road ahead, anticipating what lies over the horizon, knowing that while I may still have many miles to travel, the Lord knows exactly where I am, and where I’m headed. So, I might as well enjoy the ride, after all, I never have to worry about Him saying “just another five minutes.