Well, I’ve new respect for truckers who traverse this great land, often while I sleep. After eighteen days on the road, I’m ready to settle for a spell. It was a grand adventure driving from New England to the Carolinas, sometimes spurning the most direct route, preferring to shunpike.
My family rolled eyes as I exclaimed over my AAA TripTik which took me from here to there and back again. No GPS?! No Google Maps?! Nope, I did it like Jud and I used to before technology invaded. Probably was just as well that Jud wasn’t nearby when I hauled my scribbled notes to AAA to solicit their help before I ventured forth. He hadn’t used one of those guides in a very long time. Then again, Jud may have been relieved to know I’d planned ahead.
Spending time with family and friends, revisiting some favorites places made the trip worthwhile. It also did me good to know I could do this. So tempting to add, “all by myself.” Hardly. I’m not talking about the TripTik, though it was fun to read the maps and look ahead at where I was headed. Remember that campy kind of song, KUMBAYA? It’s not just a song. God comes and stays. “Come by here, my Lord. Come by me.”
Tonight Maggie and Kate came for supper and a sleepover. They’re tucked in upstairs. Tonight we read, The Kissing Hand. It’s a sweet story about a frightened raccoon, wanting to stay home with all his familiar toys, books, swing and Mommy rather than go away to school. I get it, better than I did when I first read it to Lily, 12 years ago.
The mommy raccoon has a secret. She takes her young son’s hand, fans open the fingers and plants a kiss in the palm of his little hand. He feels the warmth of her love run up his arm and into his heart. His mommy reminds him that when he feels alone, just put your hand to your cheek and feel, “Mommy loves you.” A reminder that, “you’re not alone.” As he prepares to take the leap and head off to night school(he is a raccoon), he takes his mommy’s hand, plants a kiss. Lesson learned.
It’s good to be home. Safe in the familiar but real life’s never without risks. Psalm 143 reminds me that I’m still on a journey, day and night school still in session. God’s staying presence, the kiss to my hand and heart.
“If you wake me each morning with the sound of your loving voice, I’ll go to sleep each night trusting in you. Point out the road I must travel.”
Someone’s praying, Lord,Kumbaya. Oh, Lord, Kumbaya.
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