I stared at the 269,000-plus miles screaming at me from the dashboard of my car. Poor thing, how are you still alive? I resisted the urge to cry and gulped back a sob. You ever just have a day of hurting? Today was that day for me. I’ll spare you the details, but suffice it to say it had been a day. Anyway, I turned the key to start the ignition quickly, hoping I could roll the windows down before the hot air suffocated me. Another long commute, I thought. Still fighting back tears, I scrolled through my phone trying to find some commute listening I hadn’t heard yet to liven the drive home. Music, podcasts, anything. Suddenly, I felt what I think was God’s kindness settling over me. I sat the phone down and wiped my eyes before heading out onto the road. Okay, God. I get it. You’re here.
The idea had been bouncing back and forth in my head for about a week now. I wonder what it would be like to pray for my entire commute. Would it change me? What if I run out of things to say? It wasn’t necessarily that I was just curious if an hour of prayer could change my life—I knew it could. I realized I was actually longing for it. My entire life craved time with God. And what better time for God to show up than on one of the worst days I’d had in a while? The tears had been flowing all day, and all day I’d forgotten God had been with me all along.
Okay, God. Here we go. I took a deep breath. I started praying—and listening to God—on my commute.
In that hour of time, my love for God seemed to multiply by the number of miles on my ‘97 Nissan. I was so overwhelmed with God’s love for me that I finally just let the tears flow. It wasn’t until I actually prayed that I realized what I was missing out on: God’s love. I had been upset and hurt all day, and I just wanted someone to talk to. I wanted someone to understand my pain and know exactly what I was going through. And there He was, right there in my car.
The longing I had for someone to hold me, brush the hair out of my face and tell me it was all right, was instantly satisfied the moment I turned to God. I didn’t realize I had been robbing myself of the love God wants to give to me. The love He wants to give to you. Because prayer isn’t just about what you have to say, it’s about what God has to say, too. It’s about listening.
That hour drive felt like ten minutes. Since then, I’ve experienced God more powerfully than I ever have before. I spent an hour in prayer! He aligned my heart with His in a way that made me joyful right in the middle of a horrible day. Little did I know that instead of listening to my weekly podcasts, I would discover an even better commute listening: God’s loving voice. It’s changing my life.