Being a mom is kind of like hibernating. You go into a cave and come out 18 years later. The world changes while you are away. Leaving my littles behind and flying solo on a business trip is a tiny break in my otherwise hopeless disconnect from the world of adults. Today I rode my first Uber, ate sushi at a hip young place and walked the streets of downtown Vancouver.
God decided to join me. I piled into the Uber, a little late and a lot flustered as babies cried with small hands pressed against the front window. We were on our way to SFO, an hour ride from my house. After I settled in and let the stress fall away the driver started on small talk. We talked about my trip, my business, my kids, his family and how he liked being a driver. The conversion was natural and light and he asked more about my life and we eventually ended up on the subject of faith.
We spent nearly 45 minutes discussing world's religions and the similarities and differences between them. God, natural truth and the inability to discern truth about God with the limited mind of a human being. The conversation was deep and wide. And in the largeness of it I felt like God was riding with us. Like a road to Emmaus.
It was a conviction of a faith I hold so close. One full of contradictions, absolute truths and nuanced interpretations. And I realized that even as I parent each of my children differently, knowing their strengths and limitations, needs and desires. So does God parent each of us differently. Our journey is our own. And so God comes to us in the way we can best receive. Sometimes, that includes ride sharing an Uber.
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