Just before we got to Dallas, we pulled over to gas up my little Malibu. My plan was for me to drive through the spiderweb of the city. But my bold grandson says, "I got it, Grama." And I took him at his word.
I got out my map, the Mapquest directions, and we forged ahead. It was his first time in traffic like this. But I was as confident that he would do just fine. I read him directions and we both honed in on the signs. The maze of SUVs, eighteen-wheelers, and pick-up trucks sped by and stood still. Traffic moved at a snail's pace and trucks blocked our view ahead. But we navigated the lanes, the exits and poorly marked areas with the expertise of pros. They tried to squeeze the life out of us. But we were a team. Ryan, 17, drove over 12 hours. I took the first hour and a half of nearly 13 and a half. I told him what exit to expect and I slept without a moment's hesitation in between. It's so great to have someone you can trust in.
Ryan is one in whom I can trust to drive because he says I can trust him. His dad has taken him through several towns and told him to watch the signs and be aware of his surroundings. He has confidence in what he is doing.
I know people were praying for us as we traveled. They said they were. As we navigate through life our God is Whom we trust to see us through the maze, the poorly marked lanes, and unexpected stops. He is in all the details. And it's good to have a few navigating angels to make smooth the roads through the prayers of His saints.
Thanks everyone. I still hate Dallas, trucks and nasty coffee, though. selahV