“Out the windows we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls.
“But uppermost in our minds, is the final destination. Bands will be playing and flags waving. Once we get there our dreams will come true, and the pieces of our lives will fit together like a jigsaw puzzle.“How restlessly we pace the aisles… waiting, waiting, waiting for the station.”
- “When I’m finally 18…”
- “When I buy a new 450SL Mercedes Benz…”
- “When I paid off the mortgage…”
Sooner or later we must realize there is no station, no one place to arrive at once and for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream. It constantly outdistances us.
It isn’t the burdens of today that drive men mad. It is the regret over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow. “So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat more ice cream, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more and cry less. Live the life as it comes and soon enough, you will reach the station.
This is the day the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.
(Excerpt taken from Joyce Meyer’s book “Enjoying where you are.”)