Maybe I'll go for a run, maybe I'll have some quiet time...but most of the time I just drive.
Music off. Windows down. Cell phone at home.It's a powerful feeling to me. I feel like I can speed up and catch up with the world, turn on my blinker and merge into the left lane, pass the world, and speed into an open highway. Most of the time I'm trying to stay ahead of my emotions and driving for the first cloud break I see.
I have no directions, no destination. The one and only rule is that I travel down a road I've never been down before. I create my own unknown.
On one of my recent drives I discovered a beautiful lake nestled in this rural town. Only half of the lake was occupied by residents, and the other half was already burning with autumn colors. Kayaks and fishing boats were within sight and small ripples were seen from the deck of a local ice cream parlor. People were engaged in conversation, enjoying their late afternoon and spending time surrounded by God's creation. It was one of those moments in my life where I was content. I felt at home. I was overwhelmed with this sense of perfection and peace.
If I don't have expectations for where I am going. If I am open to anything that shows up on the side of my road, how much more will I be able to experience God in my life...how much more will I have that "Good to be Home" feeling?
