Are we there yet?

“Are we there yet?”

“Are we there yet?”

“Are we there yet?”

If you’ve ever been in a car for over 20 minutes with a kid under the age of 12, you’ve probably heard this question asked more times than you will ever hear it asked in any other situation. Ever.

I recently made a (small-scale) road trip from where I live in the Bay Area to Yellowstone, Montana with my sweet little cousins. One is 9 years old, the other is 11. They were champs. I’m really proud of them for not driving us all crazy. But they did get me thinking about a few things as we made our way across 4 states. We debriefed them each time we were going to be driving a long stretch, but it’s natural that they were the most vocal ones in the car about heat, boredom, hunger, and overall discomfort.

It’s hard to convince a kid to just trust that you’re on your way, making progress, and that the seemingly unending span of time will indeed come to an end. Because all the kid can think about is what they feel in that moment, and the time that’s behind them. What is really only momentary seems like it has lasted for an eternity, but it’s a matter of perspective, which you can’t pass on through explanation.

But isn’t it the truth that on the road of life, oftentimes we’re the impatient little one in the backseat? How often is it that in seasons of waiting, we turn to God and repeatedly ask, “Are we there yet? How much longer?” Just like a child, we struggle to trust in our parent’s sense of direction, or their reassurances that we will arrive soon.

If we try too hard to picture the destination before it’s time, it just might be that we miss out on the best parts of the journey.

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