Forty-Five minutes into my drive the sunshine still had not shown its face, my hands were still gloved and frozen, and I found myself stalled behind a caravan of early morning worker-people motorists and a parade of yellow school buses. In other words, my impatience got the better of me, my neck was starting to tense and I forgot to enjoy the magic of seeing dark turn to light.
So, what did I do?
I prayed for God to help me find rest in Him, in nature, in time spent with my loved ones. Thankfully, God already knew that I had been craving a restful getaway + adventure lately and He (alongside my accommodating boss) so graciously gifted me with four days off of work. Paint me blessed.
With my impatient heart restored to patience and eyes wide opened, I turned on the radio to 106.9 The Light and journeyed on. It was so nice to have an ongoing prayer and worship conversation going on with my King this morning. It's amazing to me how God can take something as simple as a mundane-no-turns-needed-hardly-ever car ride into an intimate worship session. It was awe-inspiring.
Speaking of awe-inspiring . . . Right about the time Indescribable by Chris Tomlin came on the radio, a frog jumped in my throat as I sang, and tears began to flood my eyes. I felt so free, and at rest. Then the sun began to rise timidly over the blue mountain hills before me, painting the sky in an ethereal icy blue and soft peach sky-canvas. The colors of the sky reminded me of my dear friend Rachelle, whose favorite colors are icy blue and peach. So then I started lifting up my best friend, the Daring Girl, in prayer.
Shortly after my eyes had dried, and my prayers for my dear-heart friend had been sent up to the lovely blue-peach painted skies, the song changed on the radio and it was just me and the flat-lander traffic getting well acquainted with one another again. As I drove closer and closer to my four and half hour away destination, the sun started rising higher and brighter and the colors shifted from blue-peach to rose pink and creamy yellow, which made me think of my other dearest sister-friend, Megs. Meghan's favorite colors just so happen to be pink and yellow. So, I started praying for Megs and her chosen One Word: Confidence.
Moonlight, prayer, worship, sunlight and surrender made for one awe-inspiring drive, I must say. And now I'm sitting criss-cross apple sauce on the floor, four and a half hours away from home, near the sandhills where I grew up, and life is good. I can overhear my *prayerfully* future in-laws chatting about their day in the living room right next to me. And I am at rest.