The Long Commute

When I tell people that my commute to work every morning is 40 minutes, I get a disgusted expression. "That's terrible!" they say.

It's true. I do have to wake up super early to go on. I also have to fork over more money for gas (which hurts, let me tell you.)

But I thoroughly enjoy those long drives.

In the morning, it gives me time to wake up. See, I'm not a morning person, by far. Being at work 15 minutes after I wake up is not good. When I worked in Memphis, my "commute" was walking down the stairs and into the kitchen. Where I usually wanted to fall asleep again.

Now, I can pray, listen to music, think...give my day a mood of it's own. A GOOD mood. Prepare myself for the day.

After work I unwind. Take note of things that need to be done. Reflect on the night's activities. Listen to more music. Think. Pray. You know the drill.

I'm not sure what I would do without that time. Even though I live by myself, I feel like it's my only time to veg out. Think about "menial" things instead of practical things.

In all of this thinking, I realize that life is like one big commute to heaven. You have to get through life's potholes, wrecks, empty gas tanks, stop lights, and bad drivers to get there. (How's that for a cheesy metaphor?) If you let it bring you down or stop you, you won't make it to your destination.

So I guess the moral of this post is this: keep on truckin'. ;-)

"Brethren, I do not count myself to have apprehended; but one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead. I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Jesus Christ." (Phil. 3:13-14)