To all Taxi Moms,
8:59 p.m., I find myself sitting in my car waiting for my teenage daughter again. Some would say I’m a taxi mom. It’s dark and my eyes are heavy but the glowing blue clock keeps me company. I sit and watch as other moms pull into the dark parking lot most in their comfy clothes and safely hidden behind their car doors where they do not have to engage with anyone. The lady to my right is reading a book and the mini van mom to my left is scrolling through Facebook, I presume from the glow bouncing off her face. What a crazy phenomena, some weeks I spend at least four nights waiting for my daughter to finish practice in this high school parking lot. I hurry up just to wait for her. I anxiously wait to see her. I sit here and think how I can’t wait to ask her about her day, to hear from her how her practice was. I wonder did she get the spot she auditioned for, how did she do on her test, who did she eat with today, did she see that boy she thinks is cute today. I sit and eagerly wait just to see her face and hear her voice. To snatch any time on the drive home, though be it small, where it is just my girl and I in the car talking is precious. My daughter’s name is Abigail. It means her Father’s Joy.
For the LORD takes delight in his people; he crowns the humble with victory. Psalm 149:4
In the quietness of the car and in the safety of the windows rolled up tight, the Lord whispers to me: “I’m waiting for you. Daughter, speak to me.”
I am my Father’s joy! Regardless of your natural father, you too are Father God’s joy. He delights in you. Just as I long to hear about my daughter’s day, God longs to hear from you and me. He wants us to open our car door at the end of the day, plop down tired, scoot in real close and let Him encourage and speak to us.
2 Corinthians 6:18
And, “I will be a Father to you, and you will be my sons and daughters, says the Lord Almighty.”
Honestly, I was kind of feeling guilty for not being social and just staying in my car while I waited for my girl. But my Father showed me that it’s good to have alone time with Him even when we don’t expect it. We are His daughter and, as a parent, we know how valuable our kid’s time is. I am so thankful He pursued me in the car on a dark boring night even when my position is downgraded to taxi mom. He declares that I am the daughter of the King and I get to sit at His feet and just talk.
As I write this, I’m thinking these ladies know this. They know they are loved by God and that He wants to hear from them. But, for so many years as a woman who loved God, I lived in a world where I would make it a point to “pray” and that is when I talked to God. But over the past few years I communicate differently now. Yes, I still pray deliberately and specifically. But I also, just talk throughout my day. And it is amazing how often we have a conversation. Sometimes I actually hear a voice, sometimes a picture, sometimes a scripture, through a person’s words or even in nature, but HE is always talking and listening.
Communication between a parent and kid is two-way. Jesus wants to talk to you and hear from you… about everything! Don’t forget to talk about the small stuff and invite Him into it all. Honestly, having God in my daily silly stuff is often what changes me the most and helps me see His character. I encourage you to talk to Him and then ask Him to speak. Then ZIP it and just listen to how He speaks. The Bible tells us to ask and desire spiritual gifts and so I’m asking God for more. Lord give us eyes to see you, ears to hear you and spiritual sensitivity to listen when you speak. So put your yoga pants on and T-shirt without a bra, drive to the school, sit in your car and wait anxiously for your kid and be expectant for the God of the universe to want to talk to you.