Driving and Thinking

Driving the speed limit down a main road in the left lane can be dangerous. Someone behind you could flash their lights, and you could switch to the right lane when that lane is clear, and you could feel some sense of “What did I do that was wrong?” or “Why did I need to get out of that driver’s way since we are now both stopped at the same light?” You could even decide to look back at the flashing-lights driver and wonder, or feel angry, or want to pass that driver. You could.

And then you could say a little prayer and ask yourself questions like, “Why do I automatically feel insulted or angry?” or “What could I do to feel differently?”

Then, you could quietly ponder that you have no idea about that driver’s circumstances and that if he or she happened to be a friend or someone you knew well and liked that you would be more understanding. You might find that pride–the kind of pride where you feel like you are better than others–comes from not knowing all their details. Sometimes you don’t even know all your own details, much less all the details of others’ lives. And you could smile and resolve to be more understanding, more loving.

You could do that. And, that experience just might change your life.

Can You Feel the Love Tonight?

I was driving in my car down a long stretch of road pasted between lights and buildings, parks and restaurants. My destination was sure, though I was a few minutes behind schedule. I turned on the radio for company, listening to favorites and switching stations often.

When I heard the first few beats of Elton John’s music, I immediately recognized it as his song from Disney’s The Lion King, and I reached to change the station.

Sorry Elton John fans. I recognize his talent as one of the music greats of all time…but his songs just don’t usually speak to my soul.

The closest I’ve come to being moved by his music was his ballad to the late Marilyn Monroe, “Candle In the Wind.” That is, at least until this recent drive.

As I touched the button to change stations, I had a thought to listen to the song.

(I’ve come to recognize that little thoughts like that one are often valuable.)

I settled into the seat, cautious of my speed, as my breathing slowed in time with the music. I began to sing of “kings” and “vagabonds” along with Elton’s smooth vocals.

But, what meant more to me was the way I felt.

I felt love. I felt assurance. I felt that the many pressures, responsibilities, and decisions that rest upon my shoulders were known and recognized by a Higher Power. I also somehow felt that all would be fine.

I wonder if Elton John could have ever known that his song would mean so much to a thirty-something mother and writer while driving her car down an almost-too-familiar road. I could honestly answer yes to his musical query. I did, indeed, feel love that night…and I have tried to carry that feeling of love with me and share it along this road I’m still traveling. ❤

When do you feel love? How do you share it? And what have you created and shared, like Elton John's song, that has become meaningful to others you may not ever know?