I felt it today as I was leaving the church parking lot. The need for more. More of what, though, I wasn't sure. On the drive home, the Lord showed me some things. He took what I thought I wanted and gave me a deeper meaning. Hopefully it will make sense to the one out there who needs it:
I drive a black minivan. And, as my son often says, it's hard to look cool in a minivan. But I don't drive a minivan to look cool. I drive it mostly because it's practical. It can haul things and/or people as needed. It's my "grocery-go-getter" and my "kid-picker-upper." When I press on the gas, it goes, usually without much fanfare or noise. It's dirty. It has a loootttt of miles on it, and right now is well overdue for an oil change. It's my steady and reliable mode of transportation.
But....in the garage....behind closed doors...where the dirt and elements don't enter so easily....there is something else. Something most have only heard about and few have really seen. It's a shiny red 1964 Chevelle with a big motor. It's not practical for everyday driving and the day-in/day-out messiness of family life. But on those days when it's brought into the sunlight, I can feel it. I can't quite put my finger on it, but it's a different feeling than when I drive the minivan. When I press the gas, it makes noise - oh that insides-shaking noise - and it goes...it goes like it means business. It has....power.
Maybe that's what I felt I needed more of today - power. Most days I'm just like that ol' minivan. I'm worn and weary, dirty and in need of some TLC. Just going about life, doing what needs to be done and taking care of stuff. Then there are those occasions when I want to be more like the hotrod. When I put things in gear and press the gas, I want there to be movement and noise and a feeling of "oh wow!"
What God has shown me today is that I have the ability and opportunity to be both. I own them both. They are both mine, and they are both part of who I am. It's up to me which one I put the gas in, turn the key, and go in.
