It seems often times I find myself living for a destination. A place just out of my reach. It could be as simple as the weekend or as far away as Christmas. I’m told to set long term goals, short term goals, mid-range goals. Even my Christian life is filled with destination points. Baptism, Salvation, Missions Trip, Sunday Morning, Saturday Night.
Is Living for a destination Point what I was created for?
Once in a while I actually live in a destination. A missions trip is a good example. I find when I have arrived at that destination, things begin taking on new meaning. Now a flat tire isn’t a nuisance, but a divine apointment with the guy at the gas station. Running late to an appointment isn’t cause for stress, but a God Orchestrated chance to continue a long over-due conversation. What’s the difference?
What if we quit living for desitnation points and began living in them?
