I know drivers meeting me must think I’m jamming to the latest tune.
They may guess I’m on the phone.
Nope, I’m not doing any of those things .
I’m having a talk with God.
For a few moments, my car morphs into my prayer room.
I tell Jesus whatever is on my mind.
As I navigate the physical roads, I’m allowing Jesus to map out my spiritual path.
I tell him my fears.
I air out my frustrations.
I intercede for those who are on my mind.
There’s no, sports, no talk radio, and no traffic report.
It’s just me and my best friend sharing a good laugh or a big hurt.
I gain clarity, I gain peace, and I gain restoration as I let it all go.
I gain joy as I commune on my commute to my destination.
So as you see me with my lips moving and sometimes a few drops of tears, don’t worry.
My best friend and I are just having a talk.
By the time this ride is over, I will be refueled for the day ahead.