Some days I feel like I’m just floating along a river simply enjoying the scenery and the lovely, soft breeze.  I wonder what the oars on the bottom of the boat are for, picking them up I begin paddle.  As I pick up more speed I notice the trees going by more quickly and slow down so I can be sure not to miss a glance at something lovely.  Wow, I think to myself, look at me, I’ve figured out how to go so much more quickly.  I’m quite talented aren’t I?  More time passes as I go back and forth from paddling to just floating.  There seems to be no end to the long line of trees and the delicate clusters of flowers edging the stream.  Night begins to fall and I’m surrounded by the darkness and cold air that seem to stick to my skin.  I huddle on the bottom of the boat and look up at the decorated sky above me.  My thoughts chase the night sky’s beauty, but are broken by shivers and a longing for warmth.  By day break I am wet with dew.  My body aches from its tense fight with the cold and I am weak with hunger.  Up ahead I spot what looks to be a cabin.  I quickly grab the oars and they push my small boat to where my eyes strain to see.  Pulling up on shore I see the remains of a fire and the evidence of trampled life around it.  The cabin boasts soft beds, a table and crumbs of food from a large feast.  On the door there’s a note that reads:  Sorry you couldn’t make it, the fire was warm and the food was great.  I am saddened that I missed out and wonder how I could have gotten here more quickly.  I trudge back to my boat and push it back into the river.  Ah ha!  That’s it!  It must be this heavy box attached to the end of my boat.  I will remove it to be sure it doesn’t slow me down again.  And off I go, floating down the river…

I wonder how many times I've been in a motor boat and used the oars instead.  Aren't they just for use when the motor breaks down?  My life really does feel like this sometimes.  Like God's made me for something more than I realize.  I find it amuzing that I don't seem to mind, as though my safe life is better than what He's got in store for me.  You know, sometimes I can't even see what He's done for me until it's too late and I've gone and destroyed it. 

I want to gas up, pull the cord and fly down the river in my motor boat.  The trees and flowers will dress themselves with beauty in eternity too (I'll stop to look then!).  I don't want to miss out on what God's got for me.  If any of you see me just paddling or floating...tip my boat would ya!