A coke. If I got into town at 4:45 or earlier I would stop and get a coke. I was tired. Sugar and caffeine would help. I checked my speedometer to make sure I wasn’t speeding. I looked up and felt a sudden slap in the face. The breath oozed from my lungs: I was in no danger of crashing, I was in danger of living the moment again. I heard God say, well, I didn’t actually hear words, maybe he didn’t say it but I felt it, it was like in the Voyage of the dawn treader, when Eustace told them the lion spoke but he didn’t see him speak he just kinda heard the words. God told me very clearly, whether with words or thoughts or feelings.
You were made for so much more than this.
For Flying Out Loud 