I woke this morning curled up in the warmth of memories like a good book; so grateful the memories are good again. What a feeling, to look back and to smile.
It’s funny how a memory can change. It’s proof to me there is a God, and God is beyond time. God who created light and divided day and night. That God created memories, too.
The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no words;
no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
Psalm 19:1-4
The van died.
Six years ago when we took the old family van on vacation, I did not want to take it. I did not trust that van!! After 10 hours of driving, a half-mile into my turn to drive, the transmission went out! We had to have it towed, spent a day determining repairs were not worth it, and drove all over Cheboygan, MI in second gear until we found a replacement van. Cheboygan’s most expensive souvenir.
Now, six years later, when we decided to take the old family van (v.2) on a random vision quest to Las Vegas, I did not want to take it. I did not trust the van!! The first leg of our trip, we drove it 8 ½ hours through 4 states, stopping only when we absolutely had to, and arrived at a Holiday Inn in Middle-of-Nowhere Missouri at 12:30 am on Saturday night.
And when we went to park the van…the van died.
Me: “Colin, you made a good point earlier.”
Colin: “I made a point?”
Me: “When I asked you, ‘Why in the world would you want to drive for 30 hours one-way to take an antique coffin to Las Vegas?’ and you said, ‘I like the drive. It’s interesting.’ I think you nailed it.”
Unruly Hope 