After a weekend of plans gone awry and kids feeling under the weather, my six pirates ate buckets of candy and laughed around a table of Monopoly this evening.
It was good to laugh-the candy wasn’t bad either.
The sky has been pure grey for 3 days and I think we have at least 2 more days of this grey. These clouds are messing with my joy seeking and I’m finding it hard to give thanks in all things.
In all things-that’s the rub. It’s always the rub, really.
It’s my pursuit of happiness and hoping that God fits into my plan, that is rubbing me raw.
And I’m pure raw.
We packed the Suburban and strapped in our 6 crazies and hit the pavement, speeding all the way. We drove 22 hours without stopping, except for potty breaks and to clean up vomit from one sleeping babe. We hit Ashville, NC just as the sun was coming up over the mountains and it was breathtaking.
We stopped at Cracker Barrel for a quick breakfast and I knew we were not in Dallas when our sweet waitress had no stars on her apron. No stars, not even one. She was a newbie and we were a bunch of sleep-deprived smelly people who really didn’t want breakfast anyway.
We left a big tip and most of our breakfast on the table.
We spent 2 weeks in Rocky Mount, driving around town, trying to imagine life here. For the first time in years, the sense of heavy oppression that we normally felt during a visit had seemingly evaporated.
I knew the Lord was asking us to make a move. I was also certain that we would be back in Rocky Mount by Christmas of that same year.
And the drive back to Dallas was a long one. My heart was already breaking before we ever crossed the Nash county line.