Path or the Parking Lot

If April showers bring May flowers…what do May flowers bring?
One.  Tired.  Jill.
You may See Jill Go…to bed.
Have I mentioned that I will be releasing the BIGGEST sigh of relief when April is over?
I mean, I’m not one for wishing my life away, but Holy Ghost, if something is happening…it’s happening in April.
For example, we kicked off the month with Spring Break and 45 eager middle schoolers heading north to Boston.
I mean, what better way could I have spent a week than on a 14 hour bus ride in a motor coach with that much hormones and junk food?!
I’ll tell ya…the 14 hour ride that became a TWENTY-ONE hour bus ride!
You’re jealous aren’t you?!
It truly was a wonderful trip…with the exception of the last 4 hours.
I think I may have prayed for the Lord’s return in between my leg jerking me awake and me cussing my son under my breath for wallerin me to death.
All that anger aside…
These kids are awesome.
They’re goofy and fun and full of wonder…well, they’re full of a lot of stuff…but especially wonder. 🙂
I LOVE getting to experience them outside of the hallways of our school and seeing life through their eyes.
In between bathroom breaks, movies, and audiobooks, I was afforded a lot of time to prayer and just sittin’ a spell with the Lord.
I thought back to a question a wonderful counselor friend of ours posed…
When you think about the call on your life or the purpose of your life, what do you see?
Do you see your calling as a pathway or a parking lot?
Immediately I saw my life’s work as a pathway.
I saw it this way because to me, it is ever changing because my day to day looks different…well, everyday!
One day there’s uphill challenges, and logs in the way but still beautiful scenery.
And other days, life coasts along, the sun is warm, the birds are singing and you hit all green lights.
Neither is bad.  Just part of the journey.
Seasons of life change, routines change and so it makes sense to me that for God to get me from where I am now, to where He wants me to be would take some changing, bending, and growing on my part.
Other’s mental picture may be a parking lot.
parking lot
A destination so to speak.
You go, go, go with the end in mind and once you get there, then you throw it in park and do the work.
The parking lot seems so final to me.
To me, the pathway gives me hope.
I love the thought that
1) God’s not finished with me.  He’s not finished with you, either!  Regardless of what your today looked like, tomorrow will be different.  Your scenery can change and trusting Him with every today and tomorrow will be the only way any of us can make it.
2) Should I make a wrong turn, or a wrong decision, God won’t be there to punish or condemn me. He’ll be there to pick up the pieces and redeem what I have done for His glory.
He IS in the resurrecting business.
Our Boston trip had a destination.
We came.  We saw.  We conquered.
But in my journey on Earth, I don’t ever want to get to the point where I feel like I have “arrived” and know everything there is to know.
That day will soon come when I hear the sweet words of my Creator, “Enter in thou good and faithful servant.  You have survived middle school TWICE.  GREAT is your reward.” 

I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer,
and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ,
walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman
and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God…
just living the dream.

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