Mustang

I drove the Mustang tonight and as I was walking up to it I first noticed how I could see my breath. I talked to the car because it was a long day and I felt like it.

I said, "Hello Mustang - Yes, yes I would like to drive you on this night if you would be so kind. You are a fine piece of craftsmanship mixed with beauty and grace, yet with muscle and power. I swear the designer of you was either on drugs, or an angel of the Lord came down and guided their pencil."

That part about the designer I believe is true. The Mustang is a fine piece of art and I think I can see a little piece of heaven in it.

Anyways, I was driving the Mustang and as I pulled a right turn coming out of Bethel I felt a sudden urging of smallness. I felt so insignificant and worthless that I felt the car was driving me and I was just along for the ride. I felt as if I was to weak to even be in this powerful machine.

I felt weak, then I got scared.

I sat there thinking was kind of damage the Mustang could do. A big V8 engine encased in metal, plastic, and rubber. It's a moving wrecking ball.

So I felt very small in the Mustang this night.

Then I thought about God and how small we are compared to Him and how much power He has. We are just specks of dust on a scale.

That didn't help my self-esteem much.

Then I remembered that though we are but specks of dust on a scale we still have a relationship with Him. He wants to know us, be with us, fellowship with us, have community with us. That even though we are not the most powerful creatures on the planet we still have the steering wheel.

I don't really know how to close this out so I'll just leave it open-ended, up for interpretation and imagination.