Drive. Driving. Driven...

Have you ever just got in your car and just went for a drive? You weren't aiming for any place in particular, but you just wanted to get away for a little while. Well, I do this quite often, especially in the summer when I can ride with the windows down. Sometimes I drive at night and I know that sounds scary, but it's not! Sometimes I don't even turn my radio on. I just drive. In the stillness of the night. I just drive. This is the place where I am most myself. There is no one around, no one is looking at me, asking me questions, talking to me, there is just me and God. Some of my deepest prayers come when I am in my car. I am honest and sometimes, when there is a pain that is so raw that I can't stand it, it's like God takes it and lets it just fly out the window.

BUT, the greatest thing about the drive is, whether it be 5 minutes or around the world in one night, I always return hommme. After I am cried out, driven out, or just tired, coming home has more of a comfort than it did before.

It's almost the same way with God. When I get off the track that He has set before me and all I want to do is drive away from what He says is best, coming home is the greatest feeling. When I realize my pain is temporary and that I will not go alone...I come home! I come home and get the best treatment that anyone could ever ask. He doesn't yell at me or demand that I make up for what I have done wrong, but He holds me and loves me. He rejoices that I have come back into the fold where I belong.

I am certain that I will have more storms in my life, but the best part is reaching Home!
Hanna

"But the father said to his servants, 'Bring out the best robe and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand and sandals on his feet. And bring the fatted calf here and kill it, and let us eat and be merry; for this my son was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.' And they began to be merry." Luke 15:22-24