Do you spend a lot of time in your car? I sure do. Between running kids and running errands, I’ve probably spent half my adult life behind the wheel. It’s so easy to slip into that driver’s coma where you get from point A to point Z without exactly remembering how you got there. So much of our drive time is on auto-pilot as our minds go to that other place where we process our day and figure out all the world’s problems.
I found a way to make drive time more purposeful and productive. I ask Jesus to ride along with me. It’s amazing the things He points out to me along the way.
The Arizona landscape is truly a sight to behold. In one car ride, I see mountains in every direction, stretches of desert with critters and cacti, golf course greens, and lots and lots of stucco houses. And everything I see inspires prayer.
- Lord, look at that sunset. How anyone can see such beauty and not believe in You is beyond me. May Your saving love call out to everyone who sees this sunset tonight.
- Lord, look at those quail booking it across the road. Those babies are sticking to their momma like glue. Help me, Lord, to follow You that close. I don’t want to side-step my way from Your perfect will.
- Lord, the clouds are hanging low over the Superstition mountains today. It makes me think of Moses on the mountain with God-touched stone tablets. Etch Your Word to my heart, Lord. Transform me by the purifying fire of Your presence.
- Lord, it’s not even Thanksgiving and those folks have their Christmas lights up! The holidays are kind of hard this year, Lord. I’ll need Your help to stay focused on the “thanks” of Thanksgiving and the “Christ” of Christmas. Light up my heart with hope, Lord Jesus.
Bus stops and park benches. Crosswalks and street corners. Red lights and four-way stops. Every drive gives me glimpses of people God loves who I may never see again. Think about that for a second because it changes everything. What if we considered stop lights to be divine appointments? Woah!
- Lord, that red-haired women in the car next to me looks as wrung-out as a dishrag. Please breathe hope into her weary soul.
- Lord, I’d really like to give this teenage boy in the saggy jeans a piece of my mind for taking his sweet time crossing the street in front of me, but I’d rather bring him to Your mind. Call that boy out for You. Show him that You have so much more for him than what he’s living. Bring Believers into his life who can guide him in the right direction.
- Lord, look at that momma at the bus stop trying to keep three preschoolers entertained. Please remind her that You see and that You care and that You smile with pleasure as she loves her babies well.
- Lord, there’s a guy with a cardboard sign up ahead. How do you want me to love him for You? Yes, I’ll give him that $10 bill in my wallet. Yes, I’ll look him square in the eye. Yes, I’ll tell him how much You care.
As I putter down my city’s streets, it’s easy to let the landmarks I pass blur into the periphery. But when Jesus gives me His eyes, I see the significance of the structures and vehicles I often glaze over.
- Lord, I don’t know where that ambulance is headed, but I pray You’ll go before it and care for the injured with Your miracle hands.
- Lord, I pray that church building will be a sanctuary of truth. Call each person who passes through its doors to a deeper intimacy with You.
- Lord, thank you for the medical staff working so hard in that clinic. Please give them the strength to extend grace and tenderness to every patient…even the ones who try their patience.
- Lord, seeing that police car just made my toe tap my brake. I still need help with my lead foot, I suppose. Thank you for the men and women in uniform who pursue public safety even though it puts their safety at risk. Please guard them and guide them.
- Lord, thank you for the teachers in that school who pour themselves out to fill their students with knowledge. Encourage them today as they strive to do their job with excellence despite reduced resources and increased politics.
Friend, please don’t presume I spend every minute of every drive deep in prayer. I still spend plenty of time singing radio songs at the top of my lungs. I still find myself eight miles down the road with no recollection of how I got there. But, sometimes, I yield to more than just oncoming traffic. Sometimes, I yield to His gentle nudge to see what He sees. And when I do…my little Mazda turns into a holy place.
Can you see how much better the daily commute can be when we invite Jesus to give us His eyes to see? Praying in the car turns a mundane drive into an eternally significant adventure.
Lord, You have a standing invitation to ride along with me in my little Mazda. May I see the places and people I pass through Your lens of love. Ame