How Life Feels Like a Road Trip

August 9, 2010 | 6 comments

After a couple thousand miles of road trips this summer, I’m finding that my life can look a lot like a road trip. Because on the road of life, we encounter detours and potholes and heavy traffic, but the destination is always worth it.

I’m writing over at the Internet Cafe today about road trips and living the life and enjoying the scenery on the way Home. As I write, I ponder this:

When I find myself whining in the backseat on this journey of life, I wonder if the Father at the wheel ever wants to look into the rear-view mirror and scold me with a stern warning: “Now don’t make me come back there!”

But instead of scolding me, He paves the way with grace …

Will you join me today at the
Internet Cafe? You can get there, but clicking here.

Photo: One of our favorite summer destinations, Mule Lake in Minnesota.

by | August 9, 2010 | 6 comments

6 Comments

  1. Angel

    I really enjoyed reading your story and left you a comment over at ICD as well. It brought back memories for me and reminded me to appreciate all the blessings God gives me along the road trip of my life. God bless you!

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  2. Nathan

    I think God bypassed the question and just reached back and slapped me upside the head after I asked, "are we there yet?" for the millionth time!

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  3. Amy Sullivan

    On my way over now!

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  4. Beth.. One Blessed Nana

    i am never disappointed when i come here Jennifer. you always supply just what my spirit needs.

    thank you!

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  5. Susan DiMickele

    Love road trips. Can't wait to read the rest…..it's been one of those Mondays.

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  6. A Simple Country Girl

    I have been doing more than my share of back seat whining lately. Now that I have the image of God's eyes reflected in the rear view mirror, watching me, I reckon I better straighten out and quit bickering about who trespassed.

    Blessings.

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