There are those rare occasions when I’m driving all alone in my mini-van – no one’s demanding snacks, asking if we’re “there yet,” or kicking the back of my seat. It’s just me and radio turned up louder than usual. Matthew West comes on the speakers with, “The Motions.”
I belt it out with him:
“I don’t wanna go through the motions
I don’t wanna go one more day
Without Your all consuming passion inside of me
I don’t wanna spend my whole life asking
What if I had given everything
Instead of going through the motions?”
I sing with emotion and passion. I mean every word.
Then I reach my garage, turn off the radio and get back to the daily grind.
It’s mundane and unglamorous. But if I didn’t go through the motions at home, my family may be left with oranges and a piece of lettuce for dinner. Considering we’re not a family of rabbits, that would be a somewhat inadequate meal. So, I do what I have to, and make us dinner. Again.
But, you know what gets left out of the routine sometimes? If I’m being really honest with you, it’s time with God – either of the passionate or the humdrum variety.