“Life’s a journey. Enjoy the ride” was a commercial slogan from a Toyota campaign a number of years ago. It appealed to me so much that I have made it a life motto of sorts.
I guess I was born with a personality type that tends to look at the glass half full, trying to glean the sunshine from experiences, even when it is raining.
Please don’t think I am a practically perfect Pollyanna who has mastered the Glad Game she played to deal with her disappointments. I have had my mully-grubs, my bought with depression, my pity parties, and my “gloom, despair, and agony on me” days.
Still, the journey has been strewn with a vast array of joy, beauty, and friendships; an abundance of love coming from so many directions; and most of all the knowledge of the ever-present God.
This year, our road has taken some detours. I’ve been sidetracked and had to re-calculate my map. There was no use trying to turn around and go a different way. We cannot go back, can we? Only forward.
The journey Sweet William and I have been on lately has been rocky and rugged at times, to say the least. The mountains have looked impassable and the waters too deep to cross over. But God . . . (I love that phrase!) . . . but God has poured grace upon grace and so often given the oil of gladness for the spirit of heaviness.
Now we face yet another recovery process after yet another surgery this year. Complications have already threatened my plan and upset my apple cart.
While on a road trip today, taking Bill to an appointment for a medical procedure, I considered the hard journey this year. With those thoughts begging for my attention, the Spirit turned them and I began counting the blessings and the beauty in spite of the problems. And so I list some of them:
The splendor of fall still glowing.
The yellow carpet of Maple leaves underneath the front-yard swing.
Our Bradford Pear tree that stands strong and tall after so many years whose leave just now turn red and are waiting to be enjoyed.
The orange berries on the shrub that grows by the garage, some of its branches cut and gracing a vase on the kitchen counter.
Roses stubornly blooming in the front yard.
Friends who call, send cards, and express their love in so many ways.
Strength in my own body.
A warm house and food to eat.
A washing machine that just keeps washing.
Our Maltese Buddy who greets me when I return home with the enthusiasm only matched by my grandchildren.
The newest member of the household, Gus the cat, whose purring machine turns on as soon as I reach out to touch him.
Sweet William who smiles through the pain and thanks me for all I do.
Kind, efficient, and knowledgeable medical professionals.
Family close by I can call when I am in need.
The distraction of work I enjoy.
Piano students who brighten an otherwise cloudy day.
A really good cup of coffee with half and half cream.
Hearing my Dad say he’s praying for Bill and me throughout the day.
The assurance of my salvation, that nothing or no one can ever separate me from the love of God because of Christ Jesus.
A good Word from Holy Writ, God’s personal message to me.
Being able to cry my tears, knowing my Father understands.
I could count more, and I do for they are always falling down to earth from God’s hand, mercies that are new every morning, just waiting to be noticed and appreciated.
Life will present me with more rough roads, places under construction, warnings to slow down and be cautions because danger lies ahead. Such is man’s destiny in a world longing for its own deliverance.
But the journey is not to be dreaded or faced with fear. It is journey God promises to walk with me, a journey Jesus himself paved for me. It will be filled with trials and temptations. But it will also be filled with blessings untold.
It is a ride of a lifetime, one to be enjoyed and savored. I don’t want to miss it.
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father . . . (James 1:17)