The Ride Home From Vacation

The ride home from vacation is always a drag.  In fact, it’s not just the ride home.  It’s that pit in my stomach that starts as the week comes to a close.  I think about reentering reality and it paralyzes my thoughts, robbing me of the enjoyment of the moment.

It will be over soon.  Why does it have to go so fast?

I sat on the airplane, worrying about the week ahead.

How am I going to get through all my emails before Monday morning? 

I need to get on top of the kids’ homework this week.

Don’t forget about the kids’ make-up tennis lessons.

There is nothing in the refrigerator.

Did I miss the deadline to register for camp this summer?

How am I going to find the time to train for this half marathon?  Should I drop out?

My mind continued to wander.

Then, unexpectedly, after some initial conversation, the guy sitting next to me handed me a copy of God Calling, a devotional I’ve intended to read for quite some time.

“Take it,” he said. 

So I began to read.  Right there.  Right then.

March 26

“What of a man walking through a glorious glade who fretted because ahead there lay a river and he might not be able to cross it, when all the time, that river was spanned by a bridge.”

Ah, yes, the bridge.  I’m so worried about the river that sometimes I don’t see the bridge.  Or the boat.  Or the life jacket. 

There’s nothing worse than fretting over what we don’t know, can’t see, and can’t control.   Predictions and possibilities are not reality.  Reality is right here.  Right now.  In this very moment God has given me. 
Would I reenter my daily routine with grace and peace or with stress and worry?

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I’m linking up (a bit late) today with Hear It On Sunday, Use It On Monday and Playdates With God.   It's good to be back.

Grace and peace to you, my friends.