My next drive

When I was in my twenties, I fell in love with traveling.  It started in college, driving to other campuses to see my friends and visit family.  I loved the solitude, and thinking opportunities being alone provided.  When I decided at the age of 25 to drive across the country to sights unseen,  I felt fearless and brave, entering a new world.  I tucked my old cassettes into the player, and away I went.  I would tune into the local stations through each passing town, as I took in new sights.
Well, the opportunity to travel alone presented itself this past week, as I headed to my hometown.  I downloaded two songs to worship and pray through, and over and over the songs played.  I prayed for lost souls, asking the Lord to reveal names as I said each one aloud.  I felt revived, and renewed after my trip, perhaps it was the air flowing all around, or the open landscape that presented itself bare.  The drive itself is in the heart of farmland, the roadside dotted with remnants of Amish drivers.  The smell of newly planted fields of gold.  I wonder when my next drive will be!