The Long Road to the Middle

Driving half way across the country in an American made car that has 170,000 miles on it is always going to be an adventure. Throw in an oil leak, a coolant leak and an iffy belt and the excitement of moving to a new place dissipates as worry sets in about the practicality of driving 2000 miles. Will I make it? Will the car break down?

Arcade Fire’s song “Keep the Car Running” repeats in the background as I ask Jesus to listen and help me out a bit. The check engine light has been on since mile 10. It’s a leap of faith, or just stupidity, to be driving this car with all my worldly possessions in the trunk and backseat.

When embarking on a new journey; an exciting journey, there are really three roads that one can go down.

1. The road where the summit is known and thought about, but the steps to get there are forgotten and thus one wanders in the general direction of the goal always missing what is right in front of them.

2. The road where the summit is so distant and so big that one forgets about it and gets caught up in all the little things that are in front of them. When losing the big picture, one can get lost.

3. The road where the summit is known, thought about and dissected and the road to get there is mapped out, so that one can take in all that is around them. This is the road where the big picture is accomplished; the place where one can see the forest and the trees.

When worry sets in about what will happen; when one starts talking about what if this, what if that and doubt creeps in, then the daunting summit seems impossible to conquer.

The three days it took to drive from Puyallup, WA to Kansas City, MO were a great adventure. The car made it. The summit was conquered, but it took a watchful eye, a check of the engine and a well mapped out road. The destination was known and the steps to get there were fulfilled. If I forgot about where I was going and just worried about if the car would keep running, I would have missed out on new friends, beautiful scenery, and the flashing lights of a police car in my rearview mirror.

The road can be rough and painful, but if one knows the destination, it can all be worth it. See the forest, but see the trees.



One Response to The Long Road to the Middle

  1. Mom says:

    Love it Josh! This is something I will read over and over. I DO want to see the forest AND the trees. Love you.

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