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Topic: INDEFATIGABLE (02/11/16)
- TITLE: My Least Favorite Sport
By Ruth Tredway
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The scenery is pretty monotonous, even in the daytime, on that long road from Texas to northern Arizona, along I-40.
Most of my extended family lives in the Valley of the Sun, where I grew up. We made the trip to visit as often as we could, on the limited income from self-employment. Air travel for four people was never an option.
We've been traveling this road for over fifty years, since it was known as Route 66. Back then, I was one of the kids sacked out in the back of a station wagon. We usually made it in one long stretch, because a hotel room wasn't a necessary expense.
Daddy would say, "Go to sleep, and when you wake up, we'll be almost there." Later, I used that line on my own children. They even believed it the first few times.
Necessary stops, in his opinion, were not necessary. So when Daddy stopped for fuel, Momma made sure everyone got out and stretched, with the obligatory restroom visit.
Years later, I'm the momma.
Occasionally, after we'd worked long hours to tie up any loose ends in our business, and done all the laundry and packing for a road trip, my husband was not able to drive straight through. I encouraged him to stop, get some fresh air, and stretch to help him stay awake.
"I'm fine," he'd say. "We'll never get there if we keep stopping every little bit." When he insisted that we keep going, I slept. Then, through the fog of sleep, he pats my leg and says, "You need to drive for a little while."
Emphasis on 'little while.' I can do that, but not for long. More than once, I've grown drowsy, but thought I was still awake enough to keep going a little farther. He's asleep, and I want him to be fresh when he wakes up.
Then, without warning, I'm suddenly on full alert, doing my best to get the car back on the road and away from the ditch. Only then do I realize that I must have closed my eyes for only a moment, but it was long enough.
That jolt wakes him, and he mumbles, "Everything okay?"
I want to tell him yes, but it scares me to realize how close we came to having an accident. "It's your turn to drive now. Or we need to pull off the road until you're ready."
Of course, with my erratic driving, he's fully awake and ready to take over. Needless to say, driving is not my favorite sport, no matter how easy it is for him.
When I must drive, either alone or with a car full of people, there is one truth I depend on. The Lord watches over me and my vehicle. I often picture driving in a protective bubble, and hearing his voice, trusting that he is always alert. I pray "without ceasing" more often behind the wheel than in any other setting.
And when I reach my destination, I breathe a sigh of relief, and say, "thank you, Lord, that you never sleep, and that you are always with me."
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