I have a hobby of taking photos from a moving automobile. Like the one above of a barn and homestead with a for sale sign in front view. I can only imagine how many memories and stories that have been noticed in that home or the life that fed that old barn’s history…stories and words wrapped up and knotted deep into a legacy.
So I take a photo from a moving automobile because I slow down to notice this image of a story that is posted for sale. It’s there, off the road where it’s waiting to be noticed, captured and remembered.
Recently, my husband and I packed the car for a long road trip to home. It was pleasant to be the passenger with my main man and talk about our kids, our grandkids, life, work, politics…we talk about our parents that are living and the ones that have passed to a better place. Memories are shared on road trips. Road trips give us time to slow down and notice, even while the pedal is to the metal.
We slow down on this road trip to notice each other through the stories we share. It’s a verbal embrace. There is a connection when we laugh at each other’s corny jokes or disagree with the other’s opinion about a politician’s decision.
When we slow down and notice someone by listening to spoken words, there will be community, friendship, and a feeling of being safe.
Road trips are good for this. He is not looking at me while I talk, yet he notices me. He is listening to my words…my voice, my story. And when he shares a story, I may glance over at him, but mostly I’m looking out the window with my head leaning back and resting against the headrest…slowing down my thoughts to hear him and notice him.
It’s ironic that we own a house with a for sale sign in the front yard. Of course I know that bricks and mortar or beams of wood cannot contain life and stories but it’s the people with the stories that walk through an opened back door to have a cup of coffee at the kitchen table.
Slow down and notice them.
We may be selling a house but we are not selling the stories that happened in that house.
We’re on a road trip. We are slowing down to notice a lot more than just the two of us sitting in this car. We slow down to notice and talk about the goodness of God demonstrated everyday in our lives and the peace we have through Christ while enduring trials and a life transition.
When we slow down to notice…to remember the stories of God’s forever faithfulness to us, we are filled with awe and flooded with peace.
Stories are like a road trip. The years fly by at high-speed and there are twists and turns and potholes that slow us down. An unexpected and sometimes unavoidable crash stops us cold. We run out of gas. We have a flat tire. We need help with the repairs. We are forced to slow down and notice the grace and love from God, no matter what the circumstance.
So yeah, I want to slow down and notice my husband and family. I want to notice their stories and words, to embrace them and travel with them on a road trip wherever it may lead. I want to slow down and notice the beauty of God’s grace and his majesty…to hear his words. To be embraced and know that I am noticed by God.
I appreciate you slowing down to read this post. Thanks for the comment.
I appreciate your comment! Thanks for sharing your “spot-on” perspective.
Yes this is the key part of life that sadly in the Information Age-where everything is so fast-paced and instantaneous-just a moment to stop, breathe, relax and observe, take in, reflect on all that is around us, and especially in front of us, is a task harder to take on. Your images are breathtaking. Your right about the stories contained in the houses left for sale. A whole life was written in them. How wonderful would it be to have known what those stories were?
Listening to stories of nearby workers is great too. I enjoy that a lot. An aspect of God shining through each individual as you embrace more of who He is through each one. It’s priceless.
Thanks for this wonderful post.