"Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got till it's gone..." Those are lyrics from one of my favorite songs. I used to drive 4 minutes to work...6 if traffic was heavy. I used to stroll in 10 minutes late every day and nobody cared. I used to actually cook breakfast before I left in morning. I had the good life. Things have changed. Now, it takes me 35 minutes to get to work. Now, I'm lucky if I remember to throw a banana in my laptop bag before I rush out the door. Now, I better be on time or the security cameras will catch my continual tardiness on the video system.
"How could things turn so bad?" you might ask. Ah, but they haven't. I've often heard people talk about praying in the car and, of course, have taken the opportunity to fire off short prayers as I thought of them. But this is entirely different. My drive to work has turned into a wonderful time for me to start my day with God. No radio. No laptop. No Palm Pilot (OK, well I just got one of those cool smartphones that has my email on it, but I've only read my mail once while driving to work...well, OK twice, oh and one time I watched the end of a movie on my laptop that I had to return to the video store that day, but that doesn't really count because God wouldn't want me to have late fees, right?) Anyway, generally, no email and no movies. Just me and God. I drive, I talk. He listens. Sometimes, I listen. It has become my favorite part of the day. I think everyday when I slide into the driver seat of my old car, God is jumping into the seat next to me saying, "I've got shotgun."