The other day my son and I were driving somewhere (as usual) when he asked the question that so many parents hear from the rear of a car, "Are we there yet?" Upon hearing my response he then followed with, "Where are we? How much longer?" About the same time that he posed these questions, my thoughts were rambling about life and in that moment I asked myself those same questions:
- Am I there yet?
- Where am I?!
- How much longer?!
How is it that life is so short but seems to drag on endlessly at the same time? Lately I feel like I've been trapped in the same spot for too many years and I feel certain (or at least I'm hopeful) that I have not arrived at the destination that I'm traveling toward. It would be so much easier if I could know just as assuredly as my son did that afternoon that after we traveled through three more towns we would arrive. Not too much longer now...just hold on...we'll be there soon.
I know that my destination is somewhere. I'll just have to learn to exercise the patience I need and rely on a Saviour that has not forgotten where I am and holds the master map of my life in His hand.
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