watch the traffic go by
It is easy to sit by the road and watch the traffic go by, Lord. Parked under a nice shade tree, I have a good view of the mountain to my south. I can see the sun rising and setting and watch the busyness of the world along the highway. I parked here initially for a rest. One day turned into a week, a week to a month. And now I’ve lost track of the years. Grass tickles my underbelly and my tires sag. I’ve changed colors over the years–paler with rust stripes where the rain channels over me. I think I’m stuck here, Lord.
I used to be so busy–going and coming, hauling and pulling. I had so much to offer. I felt the wind in my face, the anticipation of the next rise, the strength of my engine surging within me. I was doing too much, though. So much that I lost track of you and forgot what I was designed for. I wore myself out serving, but realize now I wasn’t always doing what you wanted me to do.
God, it seems I want to live in extremes. Either I’m going 60 miles per hour all day without time to rest and think. Or I’m sitting along the side line, unproductive and useless. I wish I could understand how to live my Christian life in better balance. I want to serve you, Lord. But I don’t want to get so caught up in the rush of church life, meetings, and repetitive behavior that I get worn out. Neither do I want to sit here on the side of the road rusting out.
I want you to use what I am and what I have to offer in ways that allow me to stay focused on your purposes. I want to slow down, but I do want to keep moving and serving. I offer to you what remains. It’s not much, I know. Show me what I can do and make me content to serve faithfully, continually, and with purpose. Amen.
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