I’ve been trying a little experiment. Three days a week I have a forty minute drive into Rochester. Most days, I listen to the radio, keeping tabs on traffic, weather, and world events. But I became convicted that I could make better use of that time by spending it with the Lord. I pray and lay my day out before Him. I ask for insights and guidance.
I found an interesting side-affect of this practice. The morning drive is usually tense. People seem to be in such a hurry to get where they’re going. They cut you off and speed around you. You really have to drive aggressively just to keep up.
But I found that spending time with the Lord changed my driving. I began to see the people in the cars around me as His children. God loves them dearly. He wants to be a part of their lives. He died for them. I began to feel the Father’s love towards those other people in their fast-moving cars.
My driving changed. I didn’t need to get there first. I didn’t need to insist on having the right-of-way. If I could make their day less stressful by letting them go ahead of me, then why not? My Father wants to bless them and I could be a part.
I’m finding that spending time with the Father makes me more like Him. I see people through His eyes. I think of them in terms of His purposes for them. Life is not about getting ahead. It’s about plugging into what God is doing in the lives of others. What a great honor and privilege. See you in church on Sunday!
