If life were only about the destination, what would be the point in being where we are, right now?
On the hard and scary days, I need to persistently ask myself that question. I’ve whispered that one question in the most impossible places: hospice rooms, hospital lobbies, funeral parlors. I’ve had to ask myself that question on the days when I’ve been worried sick, scared out of my gourd, or just plain stubborn.
The answer is always the same: Life is a journey, headed toward a destination. Life is not an end unto itself, or there’d be no point in being here at all.
See now: Did you feel that breath you just drew into your lungs? Take another one. And this time, feel it deep, would you?
That was God’s blessed assurance that He’s got plans for you, friend.
I remember it now, that day-long road trip along the rugged coastline of Maui years ago. I journeyed along a winding, wiggling, worm of a road with my husband and his family. The trip along the Road to Hana is considered a must-see on a Maui traveler’s itinerary. So we took that drive. We wound our way past jaw-dropping beauty: verdant rainforests, plunging pools, dramatic seascapes and waterfalls. But the journey was also fraught with pesky bugs, rough roads, hairpin turns, and carsickness.
All the tourist brochures will tell you that the journey is called the Road to Hana. The Road, it seems, is the attraction. No one calls the trip “Hana.” It’s the Road to Hana. The road has a purpose greater than moving travelers from one place to another; the road itself carries its own magic.
I don’t know what your journey is. I don’t know what kind of hairpin curves you’re navigating in this life. I don’t know what your big thing is … the one that looks intimidating, or downright impossible. But I do know that if we keep our eyes open, we will eventually see true beauty. We might have to wait until we see it around the next bend, or when we glance back in the rear-view mirror.
But let’s both trust that it is something worth living for.