12. Are We There Yet?

At times, I still grew restless like a whining child in the back seat of the car. “God, are we there yet? Where are we going?” 

I was convicted by how repetitive my prayers had become. I was learning to  trust that he is taking me somewhere, that it’s going to be a surprise, but that it’s going to be good. So I just changed the wording of my prayer ever so subtly, but with a great change of heart. 

“Lord,” I remind him every now and then from the back seat, although the reminder is more for me than for him. “I’m excited for where we are going. It’s going to be a great surprise!”