Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble. Matthew 6:34
We recently acquired an old dilapidated 1978 semi trailer we want to use for storage for an upcoming family project. This past Saturday was designated as pickup day. The day dawned bright and clear, a happy upgrade from the dreary skies and snow of the week prior. I offered Hunter the chance to ride with Lowell in the semi on the trek to Sumner, a town about 100 miles away. He declined, which was how I had secretly hoped his response to be. I joined Lowell in the small bouncy passenger seat of the semi he borrowed from work, both excited and nervous at what the day would bring.
Upon arrival at our destination, the true condition of our purchase met our eyes. Several hours and much frustration later plus me learning more about tires than I cared to, we ever so slowly crept out the dusty farm drive with our slightly precarious newest belonging in tow. Had it been my choice, we would have gone home and returned the next weekend with a truck load of tools and supplies to make our purchase road safe. I happen, however, to be married to Mr. Fixit himself and his choice was to take the scenic route home and hope for the best. I located a tire shop that had just closed 15 minutes prior who agreed to sell us a used tire just in case.
So off we started.
My job was to keep an eye on my side of the trailer via the rear view mirror. As I observed from my bouncy post, I envisioned pieces of black rubber exploding onto the country roadside and the flashes of the DOT officer vehicles coming to apprehend us for being unsafe citizens.
Despite my apprehension, the trip continued splendidly. Farmers out in their fields, families out on walks and new blooms on the trees along with the greenest grass I have seen this season filled our view. Because our speed couldn’t get too high, we noticed many things we’d otherwise have been speeding along too fast to see.
We found the most delightful ice cream shop, a cute little mom and pop place called Tootsies. The smell of grilled burgers wafted out the windows as we placed our order off a menu the size of Texas. As we waited on burgers, Lowell found another little mom and pop hardware where he procured some more tools for our small stash.
I don’t think I have ever been so relieved to see our driveway. Both of us sighed in relief at having made the trek safely with our arrival time being only about 5 hours later than we had expected.
Later as I pondered the day, I was suddenly overcome with emotion at the fun day I had had with just my hubby. It was both spontaneously fun and nerve wracking, anxiety producing and entertaining.
Life has been kind of like that lately.
I have fluctuated back and forth from enjoying the uninterrupted time with my family to wishing they could leave me in quiet for just an hour. I have loved not having to get up and ready for work but still spend portions of each day freaking out at the lack of income.
Quarantine has been a gift.
Perspective seems to be the only thing we can currently control.
I’m exceedingly grateful for God’s gifts, like rides home on the scenic route. He has ways to calm our worry and remind us of the beauty in the world around us!
He is good.