Saturday we went for a drive. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and we like to do that sometimes on a Saturday afternoon. Bubby napped in his car seat, and the Hubs and I held hands and talked. And talked. And talked. Something about a simple drive releasing us to speak on the heaviness of our hearts, the questions to which we have no answers, the blessings that we do not deserve. We wondered aloud why some are seemingly blessed when they live so differently than we do, and we wondered equally why we are so blessed when there are others who do so much more for the kingdom.
And we drove on the outskirts of the town in which we sometimes feel trapped, but with a peace that even while we do not understand our location or circumstances, we are not alone. We are here and experiencing the new challenges of this new phase in the journey for a reason. To stretch us more. To teach us. To shape us. To bless us.
Our burdens lifted, we drove home, Bubby still napping in the back.