I sing (loud) with the radio which is 99.9% of the time turned up far too loud. I fuss with things, wipe dust from the dash, fiddle with my mirror and I talk to myself. I also spend a great deal of time gawking at the beautiful views outside the (dirty) windows which causes me to have to divert my attention back to the road. My husband will tell you I am a terrible driver. I am so NOT a terrible driver, I am simply someone who really should have a driver so I can enjoy the time in the car without distractions!
I also spend a great deal of time in prayer in my car. Some of our best conversations come while I am driving. Jesus has me right where he wants me, sitting and unable to jump up and get side tracked. He speaks to me through songs, through podcasts, through visions out the window as well as simply whispering to me on my way.
My car, it would be very true to say if I had a "war room" it would be within the confines of my car. There have been many occasions when my family has seen me pull into the garage, lower the door, turn off the car to find me with my head in my hands or on the steering wheel in an attempt to continue my prayer time or to hear the end of a message. Yes, they shake their heads and go on their way.
My daughter made me a string of beads, in a straight line. It was going to be a bracelet but it didn't work out. I asked her if she'd let me take it just as it was. She didn't get it at first. I told her I was going to keep them in the car and when I pray I am going to hold them... perhaps like a prayer bead. Every once in a while when she is in the car with me I'll be thinking on something and pick them up. Oh my momma heart when she asks "mom are you praying right now?" I love that she knows her momma prays and I love that she prays because of her momma's example too!
I so appreciate God meets us where we are. If my "war room/prayer room" was a closet, He would meet me there. If my prayer room was the bathroom (which is can be at times!) He meets me there. If my prayer room is a shady spot in the yard, He finds me there. If my prayer room is hiding in the janitor closet at work, He meets me there. Jesus does not require a special room or place, He simply asks MEET ME. Ohhh I do love that.
Thank you Jesus for meeting me where I am, for loving me in my space and for being with me in all things. So abundantly blessed to be in relationship with you, where you are present no matter where I am and willing to meet me any time, any place. Thank you Jesus!