I remember when I bought my very first car...I probably remember so well because I am still paying for it. But it only had 23,482 miles on it, when I made the commitment to make this 04 Honda Civic (Also known as my "Plain" Jane) a part of my life, that would take me from point A to point B. It will be an even better mile stone when I have the lovely thing paid off, but for now I cherish a moment. I have hit over 100,000 miles... I have put over 76,532 miles on this car since I went to the dealer and drove it home for the first time 5 years ago, that is roughly 19,000 miles a year.
Assuming that each mile was going at a rate of 60mph, that would be 1,147,980 mins a a year. That is approximately 52 miles a day or a total of 317 hours year. Assuming that most of the miles I drove were at 60mph I would have spent about 1,276 hours in my car since I bought it, which would equal about 53 consecutive days. It's hard to believe that I have driven that far in just my car. All math aside, my point is, I have spent so much time in my car. I have traveled to Florida twice, back and forth from college most weekends, back and forth from Goshen to Van Wert several times when I lived with my brother and sister-n-law for the summer, and now back to Van Wert, OH from Harrisburg, PA. Those were the times when I put the most miles on my car. I have laughed, sang so many songs at the top of my lungs, and have even cried. I have left a lot of places in my review mirror as I've said goodbye, and I experience new scenes out my windshield every day. Every day is a brand new adventure.
Every day I trust God will get me and those around me safely from point A to point B. But is our everyday journey just to make it from point A to point B. Our destination or point B shouldn't be our ultimate goal, it should be what we do with the miles and time it takes us to get there. I'm not sure that I spend this time wisely everyday. I know I haven't used it wisely as I've "yelled" or "honked" at the driver who just cut me off, as I've cursed the red light that turned from green ever so quickly and made me late for a meeting, or the times when I've found myself at an annoying stand still in traffic. All opportunities I was given and blown just as much as the driver behind me honking at me because the light turned green and I didn't notice it as quickly as he did.
I want the journeys I experience to mean just as much as the point B's that I experience, because if I don't love, if I don't serve, if I don't share God's love along the way, what good will it be when I land at yet another point B and haven't used it for His glory?
