May 25


Finding My Heart


At night I have a song and I pray to my living God.

Psalm 42:8 (NCV)


Last night I found myself on a dark and difficult road. I couldn’t help but reflect on a day where not much got accomplished, and a weekend that fell well below expectations. For the last three days, I spun my wheels—activity without results.

As the drizzle descended, I realized I was too into my agenda and myself. There was only one way out, or at least one way out came to mind. Take it to God. Take it all to God—every bit of it for as long as it takes.

It took three hours.

For three hours, I listened to praise and worship music. I sang it. I prayed it. The inside of my car warmed by the rock and thump of Contemporary Christian music. The winding forest road outside a quiet, black contrast—brought to life by my blazing high beams.

I began my drive in a drizzle. It turned colder. Fog appeared and then a spot of ice, but then much later, somewhere deep into the Cascades, it started to snow. Small snow and then more snow until it dumped the white stuff and the road disappeared. The wipers hammered at my windscreen as the music turned soft. I slowed the car and somehow managed to keep it on the road.

For three hours I drove, I sang, and I prayed. What had started as vertical, gray ugliness turned into horizontal, white loveliness. And somewhere along the way, I found my heart.


Father, thank You for the gifts of nature, music and time with You....