Easter

The Easter story, much like the Christmas story, can easily seem old and cliche. If you grew up in the church like me, you've heard it since childhood. Jesus was born, He lived, He died on a cross to save us, and three days later He rose from the dead.

But when you stop to think about the impact of those words...the story holds new meaning every time. Because all of that was done for me. His suffering, His excruciating death, the despair of His loved ones - that was for me. The triumph of His resurrection, the joy of knowing He is alive and victorious even over death - that was for me. The forgiveness accomplished by those acts is daily for me.

Today, take time to ponder on what the Easter story means to you.

Never Again, New York City

#3 in the drivers seat

A few days ago, we had the misfortune to be assigned a load to Brooklyn, New York. No, we've been through parts of New York before, and upstate New York is beautiful, but we've never had to drive in downtown New York City before. Not only was this delivery right smack dab in the middle of Brooklyn, it wasn't even delivering to one ofour typical locations - it was delivering to a hospital!

The trip went smoothly until we crossed from New Jersey into New York and headed for the city. We exited the interstate into Brooklyn and immediately knew we were in trouble!

The city streets are very narrow and lined with parked cars on each side, and some random cars stopped in the middle of the road as well. The traffic seems to think that following normal rules of the road is overrated, and generally has no respect for stop lights, road markings, or slow moving semis. Taxis and personal cars zipped around us without caring about little details like driving on the correct side of the road! The roads were certainly not built with large vehicles in mind, and it's nearly impossible to turn from one city street to another without taking the whole intersection. Several times we very nearly hit or scraped against parked cars, impatient taxis, and careless pedestrians.

When we finally arrived at the delivery location, we found it to be a small inner city hospital with one loading dock directly off the street. We had to block traffic in all directions and back up across the entire intersection, and our front end still hung out in the street even when we were fully backed to the dock. We were relieved to be there at last...until they told us that nobody was available to unload our trailer and asked us to come back in 4 hours. What?!

Downtown Brooklyn 

Of course we couldn't stay there, so we had to find somewhere to go park for a few hours. The nearest safe place to park was about half an hour away, but we didn't even get halfway there before we were stopped by a low bridge ahead that we wouldn't be able to clear under. We tried another route and ran into the same problem. We also got into road construction in an area that blocked off the road and left us a passage so narrow that our front corners were nearly touching the wall and our back tires were rubbing against it! We managed to back through an intersection and get turned around, and ended up pulling over on the side of the road and parking with the cars for a couple hours.

When we returned a few hours later, backing into the dock was even more difficult due to the increased traffic in the area. Don ended up helping the staff unload the trailer, and even with his help it took them about four hours to get us unloaded and reloaded. When we finally left, it was mid-morning in downtown Brooklyn and traffic was even more insane! The interstate was only about 3 miles away but it took us an hour and a half to get there through the narrow, crowded streets while dodging the hordes of rude, impatient drivers and pedestrians.

We finally got out of NYC and breathed a deep sigh of relief. We don't want to ever go back! It's bad enough driving through that city in a car, but navigating it in a semi was a nightmare!

Spring and Changing Seasons

Wow, has it really been a month since my last blog? I'm sorry for my absence, it's been a very busy time.

Recent hiking trip with my wonderful in-laws 

I'm happy to say that, at least back home in Indiana, spring has sprung. Fields are being prepared for crops, vibrantly green new grass blankets the roadsides, and the first of the wild daffodils are tentatively turning their pretty faces toward the sunlight. It's still chilly in the evenings, but the daytime weather has improved enough for relatively pleasant walks outdoors.

The changing of the seasons brings to mind the seasons of life. Our current season, living on the road, can sometimes be very frustrating and I have to remind myself that it is only a season, it's not permanent. This to shall pass and become a memory. Instead of focusing the things we aren't able to do right now, I try to remember the positive things. We won't always be able to spend this much time together or see the landscapes of our great country, and I would rather enjoy these things while I have them then waste my time wishing for the things I don't have right now.

Seasons change, but each has its beauty, its hardships, and its joys. I think back to when I was single and longing to find my soulmate, the one to share my life with. Looking back, though our beginning together was difficult and sometimes I wish the timing and circumstances had been different, I wouldn't trade the relationship we have for the world. To say that God's timing is always perfect sounds so cliche, but it's absolutely true.

This morning I sat in a restaurant booth and watched a group of ladies talking nearby and passing around a precious baby girl. My heart ached to be that new mother, sweetly kissing her newborn. It seems like nearly every time I access social media, someone else is pregnant or is posting photos of their little ones. My news feed is flooded with baby bumps, nursery decor, chubby cheeks, dimpled hands, and toothy smiles. Yet as much as I long for that season of life, I know it is not the right time yet. When the timing is right, that season will come for us as well. Until then, I will see the beauty of the season I'm in.

Camping with my sweetheart

There will be other seasons in life, and each has its share of joys and sorrows. In springtime, it's easy to become discontent wishing for land to plant a garden, room for baby animals to grow and thrive, and a place of our own to watch the wonders of spring come to life. While these dreams may be fulfilled in a different season, longing after them will only foster unhappiness with the season I'm in right now.

So, for now, I will focus on the positive and appreciate the beauty of our current season of life. Today's sunrise is different from yesterday's, and tonight's sunset will not be the same as tomorrow's. From Seattle to New York City, and from Miami to Sacramento, the view outside my bedroom window changes with the diversity of scenery in our beautiful country.

Happy spring!