How a Road Helps Me Find Peace
“It is not how much we have, but how much we enjoy, that
makes happiness.” –Charles Haddon Spurgeon
There is a road on the way to taking my son to and from
preschool that delights me every time I drive it. It is a hilly, winding road
that reminds me of the back roads from home, the ones I would drive with my
little 4-cylinder stick-shift car, feeling high as a kite and free as a bird.
My heart was so content.
Now, I drive this
road with my big, automatic, kid-towing SUV, always a little frazzled about
something as I first turn onto what my son calls “the road with the funny
hills.” But as I continue on, I am overcome with peace by the beauty that
engulfs this slight stretch of road, with the branches of the trees arching
overhead and the leaves turning more colorful each day. I pretend I am in that small,
peppy car again, hugging the corners of the turns and giving a little extra gas
at the bottom of the hill so I can get to the top with more enthusiasm.
But I must use extra caution with this big car, not only because the extra
weight makes it less agile, but also because of the precious cargo sitting
behind me.
Still, for a few short seconds, I am home again, reminiscing in the bliss of that feeling of freedom and rejoicing in the wondrous beauty around
me. For a few short seconds, I am taken away from the hectic, frazzled life and am reconnected
with the contentment I felt as I drove those back roads so long ago.
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