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We turn it to zero when we fill up and at when it logs about 200 miles we know we need to head to the gas station. Yesterday morning during my commute, I realized the trip odometer had read 124.6 miles all week. I tried to keep my anxiety at bay by assuring myself I would rely on my husband\u2019s word he\u2019d filled the tank earlier in the week. I also figured I would track the miles I was driving with the regular odometer.<\/p>\nA half hour later, I noticed the regular odometer wasn\u2019t working either. It was stuck at 232,846 miles. <\/p>\n
Oh boy, I thought, this can\u2019t be good. How do I track how far I\u2019ve gone?<\/p>\n
Perhaps because I\u2019m now working as an English teacher, I realized the broken odometers were metaphors for my life. As my panic rose, I told myself there was a larger point in all this.\u00a0 I have no clue, really, how far I have traveled and whether my journey is nearly over or much longer. I don\u2019t know the hour of my death. And so I need to drive on with faith, with faith in a Creator who has a clear measure of why I\u2019m here and where I\u2019m heading. The time I have isn\u2019t mine to control and every breath is a gift.<\/p>\n
Tonight, the Vespers hymn includes these words. <\/p>\n
My soul, now take your part,<\/i><\/div>\nAcclaiming in God above,<\/i><\/div>\nAnd with a well-tuned heart<\/i><\/div>\nSing out the songs of love;<\/i><\/div>\nLet all your days<\/i><\/div>\nTill life shall end<\/i><\/div>\nWhat e\u2019er he send,<\/i><\/div>\n ![](\"https:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-A93nq-sp2rk\/TWbSlQcMJNI\/AAAAAAAAAkw\/5NumNXbj7Kw\/s1600\/r295663_1271558.jpg\")
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