We made it home after our 12 day visit to Michigan, our trip-o-meter reads 2,457 miles.
On the way up our tire exploded in smoke as I drove through 8 lanes of Chicago traffic. I was able to easily pull over so the damaged tire was on the inside lane, away from the morning rush of cars. I consider this a gift.
the remains of our passenger side mirror.
On the way home last night we had an accident where another driver’s carelessness caused me to swerve to avoid T-boning him at 55 MPH. Both vehicles were damaged, but drivable, my nerves suffered the worst of the collision.
We staggered in the door at 4am, Caedmon got me up at 6:13, I crave my bed in unspeakable ways. Yet my soul is simply happy that we arrived home together, with minimal damage.
I love the phrase “traveling mercies.” It’s like someone speaking blanket of blessing over your journey, asking God to show you beauty on your travels and shield you from the ugliness.
We aren’t guaranteed safety, this is why we as for safety and mercy before we embark.
We’ve never had a blowout or an accident on a road trip before, yet this time we had both while I was behind the wheel. This isn’t unfair, it’s just life. The reason we ask for traveling mercy is because we’ve seen what can happen, people will drive badly, machines will fail, rubber will burst, weather will turn ugly. It’s a mad mad mad mad world, full of brokenness and pain.
When the inevitable happens, we can either respond with lips full of anger for the trouble or thanks for the loving grace that carries us through.
If you survive the damage to continue on, then your best response is always gratitude.
We aren’t guaranteed perfect miles, but endless sustenance from the giver of life. It’s not always easy to see, but freedom is realizing that the sustaining mercy is bigger than the trouble.
Last night as cars collided, our children continued watching a movie and eating teddy grahams as if nothing had happened. For this, I buried my head in my hands and weep. In the light of all that could have happened as two cars collided at high speeds, we were relatively unscathed, able to press on toward home.
In the blowout, the inside lane was greater grace
In the accident, the peaceful children were a blessing
In funerals we have been surrounded with love
In lean months our bills have been paid
I am one adorned with traveling mercy, sometimes so blessed that I realize it.
Do you see the grace in the trouble? The gray light in the dark room?
“In this world you will have trouble, but I leave you my peace, that where I am there you will also be” ~ Rich Mullins