I have a long commute to work. It’s become my favorite time of the day. I drive with God. We often play music or listen to the Scriptures. Sometimes I talk to Him and sometimes I just ride quietly and listen. This morning I asked Him ‘do you love me?’ It just kind of spilled out and I immediately regretted it. How would I feel if He didn’t answer? I quickly packed the question away and before long I had been swept up in the music again.
I pulled into my parking spot and lingered a minute or two to hear the end of the song. Yeah, it was one of those mornings. I just couldn’t pull myself away. I reluctantly turned the key and got out and shut the door. This has been an amazing Spring. At this moment Spring is at its peak. I can just barely see the colors of the leaves still packed away tightly in their buds. Their intensity is tantalizing. Maybe it was the colors leaking through the cracks or maybe it was the aroma of newness that made me so acutely aware of my surroundings as I walked in to the building from my car. A quartet of birds sang a chorus to me in an intricately woven countermelody. The rays of the sun enfolded me like a golden blanket and the wind fell playfully upon my face in what felt like tender kisses. By the time I passed through the door and swiped my badge I had a grin on my face that wouldn’t quit for hours. I realized that my question had been answered.