I wonder

I wonder...when I ride in the passenger seat on a road trip...I see faces...they pass me in a blur as they drive their cars down the road. Where are they headed? Where have they come from? What is their story? I don't know why this seems important to me. It just is. Everyone has a story to tell. Every story is important. We need to hear each others stories. They have much to teach us. We have a lot to learn. Instead we just pass each other as we run through busy days becoming blurs in the peripheral vision of others. I need to know your story. You need to know mine. We need to feel connected. To know we aren't alone. So why do we never stop, never take the time to share?
I wonder...Do I know where I am going? Should I be in the passenger seat or do I need to drive to get to the next destination? Where have I come from? Am I driving with a purpose or just enjoying the scenery to a road unknown?
I wonder...as I look at the sky stretched across a looming canvas above me in my car. I wonder if God sets his palette out, sits cross legged and paints with specific pride as the sun sets and the moon begins its journey.
I wonder...if He thinks of me as he paints. If He thinks of how He knit me together in my mother's womb and smile. Does He ever paint just for me. Just so I can enjoy Him.
I wonder...does He love me that much?