We have just 82 hours till our trip to Chicago. My husband, of 9 years recently was told by his, newish VA doctor, lets call him Kojack, that his disease has progressed to a not good place. It was at a conciliatory lunch, and even more specifically, in the bathroom, where the idea emerged. Go to see his newest grandson, whom he's not yet met.
After work, on Wednesday, we'll leave for an 18 hour drive and make it in 24 hours. We have a date to see his son play and sing, in his band, in downtown Chicago.
Fortunately, tonight at starbucks, we met a new friend who suggested I blog it.....
Today, my sermon will be about Crossing the Red Sea. We walk today, on the sea floor, fearful of the water, and the oncoming enemy, whom we never really hated, but that somehow life put on the opposite end of the friendship table. Going to a place we really don't know how to get to, or exactly where it is. BUT go we must, or so we've been told. Despite the fears and the gnawing ache that says, just stay home.
The miracle has already been with us. Coming through prior plagues, called Hurricane Ike, Joblessness, Homelessness, Dog Attacks, Bitter Depression, Endarterectomy, among others, that did occur but did not knock us into oblivion, teaching lessons of what? Life is an adventure?
So, Wednesday night, at 5 pm, we'll leave the confines of "home". and Travel out into the night. With a destination....Chicago.
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