travel

It happens most frequently when I’m traveling in a vehicle, the sounds around me fading to indistinct shades of colour, my gaze occupied by the steady stream of everyday moving happening on the other side of the glass. It soothes me deeper than I realize most days. It happens without conscious effort really, it feels like I am stone dropped into a pond, a steady fall deeper. Almost meditative. I find it incongruous to traveling on transit – seemingly the least likely place – and yet…still… I stumble into and experience these deeply personal and meditative moments with the Spirit on transit…
I am thankful God meets me where I am in life, I am humbled that he would do all the work, take care of what’s necessary so that all that’s required of me is a turning to Him.