Life's A Lonely Journey
About 32 of my 45 years of ministry were in the big cities. Country boy that I was, I learned quickly about city driving. You don’t see people in cars. All you see are fenders, and bumpers. On the
Needless to say, I’m glad to be in an area, where there are real people in cars, and folks smile, and wave, and seem to notice you now and then. I’ve got a lot of re-learning to do with my driving, but it occurred to me…what a wonderful thing that God doesn’t overlook me, like I tend to overlook folks. God is not bothered by our mechanical problems. He knows my name. Even every hair of my head is numbered. He is not confused by what I drive, or the lumps on my fenders. He knows me. He cares for me. He loves me.
It’s beautiful the way the Psalmist said it:
“O Lord, thou hast searched me and known me
Thou knowest when I sit down and when I rise up
Thou discernest my thoughts from afar
Thou searchest out my path and my lying down,
And art acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue,
Lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether.” (Ps. 139:1-4)
And then he goes on to say: “If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there thy hand shall lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.” (Ps. 139:9,10)
Life may be a lonely journey, but it’s good to believe that along with the cars that honk, and the problems that hiss, there is also a God who cares and loves, and will never leave or forsake me.
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