I currently have a lengthy commute to work each morning. It is early, and a beautiful drive.

Do you ever talk to God, like he was sitting next to you? A passenger along for the ride? (because he is, you know)

I find my morning commute is the perfect time to tell God what is on my mind. Thank him for all the good stuff around me. Vent my frustrations. Chat about what I hope to accomplish. Sometime I feel the need to remind him of a few things, just in case he may have for gotten.

It feels odd at first. A few years ago I started doing this, and I find it helps me refocus. It helps me put things in perspective, and it can bring peace. Basically putting my day out there for him to take control of, and guide me through. I can relax and head into the day knowing the outcome isn’t all up to me.

And for that I say “Thank God”!

There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope.
-Bernard Williams

When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself.
-Tecumseh