MML was singing in the car. The three kids were singing in
the car. It was weekend drives with my mamow that made growing up very special
to my sister, brother and me. We’d drive all over town, pick up an ice cream
at Dairy Cheer, stop the car at a gas
station with real service. The man who
pumped our gas would give us a whole pack of Juicy Fruit chewing gum! And we’d
drive all the way to my great grandmother’s house, where we’d lay on our
bellies on the textured orange carpet 10 inches from the tv, eating popcorn and
Diet 7 UP. Awww…those were the good ole days.
The sweetest moments in life aren’t when you open an
expensive Christmas gift, get a promotion or buy a new car. The really sweet
moments are spending times with the people that matter most—your family. Like
Sunday drives …I treasure those times.
Most Sundays, The Hubs, Baby Girl and I drive down a country back
road just to look around because we aren’t quite ready to head back to the
city. The Hubs and I talk about the preacher’s message and Baby Girl sleeps soundly in
the back, overtaken by the quiet rumble of the car in motion. We always end up
at the house we hope to get. The doors are locked but we still walk around and
talk about what we want to do to the house…if we get it. Then we hop back in
the car and listen to the song, “Only a Mountain” by Jason Castro.
This is only a
mountain
You don’t have to
find your way around it
Tell it to move,
it’ll move
Tell it to fall,
it’ll fall
This is only a moment
You don’t have to let
your fear control it
Tell it to move,
it’ll move
Tell it to fall,
it’ll fall
I silently brood to God about how
we look like idiots. It’s been over a year and a half since we moved and we haven’t yet claimed
a piece of land as our own. But then I think of the verse, “Be still
and know that I’m God” (Psalm 46:10) and “And we know that God causes
everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called
according to his purpose for them” (Romans 8:28) -- and I have hope again.
