I have never liked to travel – especially in a car. And perhaps the only thing worse than knowing that I need to travel is worrying about my kids traveling. So this week will be a rough one. Isaac is driving to Washington DC, Carrie is flying to Los Angeles, and Jane and I are making an overnight trip to Illinois.
I think my fear and trembling must stem from two things. One, when I was young we used to travel quite a bit in the summers. My parents were both school teachers/administrators and we always seemed to be driving out west, or down south; and we were 2-3 hours away from their hometowns, so holidays always involved car travel.
Perhaps the major culprit though is that ten year period of working in a gas station along Interstate 80 (exit 45 in Illinois to be exact). I saw first-hand the hassles of breakdowns and the general all-around difficulty ‘life on the road’ can create. Stories always sound better in books and long after they’re over than they do in the reality of the present. There were so many unpleasantries I can’t even remember them all. We have also had our own share of problems with snow, rain, wind and fog in our many trips “back home.” I just don’t like traveling. (I remember now that these are the reasons I was NEVER going to move away from my hometown. Yep, always say never when you don't want something to happen).
But… I realize I probably have an extreme and unhealthy bias; and I’m not supposed to worry, and all that garbage. So today I pray that traveling mercies are real, and I ask you to extend them to our family this week/weekend, and next. And help me worry less… and trust you more.
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