Driving thru the Summer

It's almost August.  Where has the summer gone?  I'd like to tell you I've been on a beach for the past month and half, reading books and sipping iced coffees to my heart's content....but no.  And yet after spending most of the winter and spring in and out of Children's hospital with Grace....the mundane is boringly beautiful.  Driving the boy to driving school, driving the kids to bible study or to the waterpark, driving to Remicade infusions....I do a lot of driving.  I also spontaneously drove up to Kansas last week while my boys were in Brazil.  Driving lets me spend a lot of time talking to God.  I talk out loud more and more no matter who is in the car.  I think in this day and age, most other drivers assume I have a phone on speaker or a bluetooth hidden in my ear, or that I'm talking to my children, but honestly at 40, who cares what they think anyway?  I'm talking to the Lord.  He hears me when I whine and doesn't say...."I'll listen when you can talk in a big girl voice."  *sigh  Driving in traffic with stupid people paying more attention to their phones makes me whine and tense up and pray more for my enemies there than anywhere else ever.  

This weekend we are moving.  We are only driving down a few roads to move, but over a matter of days so we'll be doing a lot of driving.  I'm so thankful for this house I really am but I have to be real:  I hate boxes.  I loathe packing.  You'd think it'd be 2nd nature for me and it probably should be, but I really long for with all of my being the day when my home is eternal....as in FOR.E.VER.  I truly can't wait to move in to my heavenly mansion, knowing this is it.  No more boxes. 

Moving is God's reminder that a) I have too much stuff and none of it is going to eternity with me so why was it important to purchase in the first place?  Can you say HOARDERS?  and b) My house is just my earthly tent you know, but God always puts eternity in my heart when I walk in to the home He's prepared for me.  Nothing beats the feeling of.....YES, this is the one.  It reminds me of the feeling of home that I'll get when I first walk (glide?) into the mansion He has been preparing for me in heaven.  It will be the feeling of all feelings.  The feeling that all is whole and right in my little perspective and the ULTIMATE feeling that I. am. home.

So if you see a girl wearing a hat with no make-up, clinging to her iced coffee and driving a u-haul....that's me.  Get off your phone.  I don't have time for your nonsense.  I'm going places.  And I might just be praying for YOU!