Stories where you are victorious are some of the best told stories around. Through history people have been passing on the triumphs of life’s victories.
Left Arizona for Nebraska Friday afternoon a little after 3pm. Rode through New Mexico like a champ. Then I got stopped by border police. Go figure.
We take off and head towards my auntie’s house close to Dallas. Seeing her and the family was great. She gave a us a great surprise and put us up in a nice Fairfield Marriott. After we left there we headed to Dallas.
Let me talk about Dallas’s interstate….whyyyyyyyy!? Why are there so many overpasses? Scary loopy overpasses. After a complete breakdown I refused to drive anymore of them and decided to go the long way around.
I managed to stay up the full 14 hours and got through the ice. Being a full 5 degrees anything that had any kind of moisture iced right up. Hitting that welcome to Nebraska sign was like seeing a pot of gold. Heavenly.
I’m thankful that we completed the mission. We handled our business. We managed a little turn up and got back safe and sound. Next time I get the big ideal to drive across America…. stop me…. seriously. I pushed pass my limits. I drove in places I didn’t even believe I could. I slept outside gas stations and barely ate. I did it for myself and for my children, but man. The victory wasn’t just ours. When I couldn’t see myself driving another mile. I prayed. When I couldn’t see myself staying awake. I prayed. When I was so stressed out that I couldn’t think straight. I prayed. The victory isn’t mine alone and I’m loving that. I really do have a universal comforter in my times of need.
Happy Monday everyone! Enjoy it. ❄️
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