A lot of horrible things happen in my minivan.

It smells like damp boots and a lost french fry.

The radio blasts music that makes my ears bleed.

There’s often a lot of whining, begging for McDonald’s, and arguments, and sometimes it’s even the children who are doing those things.

(Mostly it’s me.)

The heater isn’t sufficient for our 1 degree Michigan winter mornings and it’s possible I have a hobo living in the backseat, if the stuff back there is any indication.

But also, it’s a prayer closet as my kids flop out the door and head into the middle school.

It’s a counselor’s couch as our family talks about school and work and friends.

It’s a transport device that helps us care for the ones we love the most– bringing food and friendship and sometimes loads from IKEA.

It’s a quiet space where silence can reign and God can speak (once everyone gets out and leaves me in peace). Days can be rearranged according to a plan that isn’t mine.

It’s entirely possible my minivan is a tiny, mobile mission field.
Albeit one with a musty smell and a possible hobo.

What goes on in your vehicle?

 

2 Comments on Maybe my minivan is a tiny, mobile mission field

  1. David
    January 20, 2016 at 6:02 pm (1 year ago)

    American centre consoles are twice the size of their British cousins. I think our vehicles have gained from not having to do the school run anymore. Mostly it is five minutes to and from the bus station these days. When Beth was around I used to find a lot of hair grips. As far as music goes the rule is that if I am the driver I choose the music!

  2. Jessie Clemence
    January 20, 2016 at 8:44 pm (1 year ago)

    This van’s console is quite enormous. Now when I ride in other vehicles I can’t find a place for my purse!

    I should enforce that radio rule too. Only jazz and interesting podcasts from now on!