100 yards

With my husband sleeping in the seat next to me and two of our grown children in the back I happily took my place behind the wheel. It was my turn to drive the long stretch of silence. Silence and vast blackness. My headlights reflecting off the little lane dividers giving me about 100 yards of sight ahead. Wishing I could see the entire road but accepting it was impossible without streetlights .

Driving my husbands big manly truck I feel like I am floating between the door and the center console. The seat is huge. My left arm doesn't reach the door to rest my elbow on and my right arm doesn't reach the console without putting me at a wonky angle to drive. I have to sit upright, nice and tall because it also doesn't move up and down only forward and back. The truck fit's him just fine.

Good thing it is his truck.

Staying alert, sitting up tall with plenty of extra space and trying not to feel annoyed that the season we are approaching is very similar to the long stretch of highway I am now navigating. Not the vast blackness however but the 100 yards of sight.

Leaving the soon to be new hometown of our recent high school graduate I can almost hear God whispering in the darkness...do you trust me?

Earlier this summer...

Feeling anxious about the housing that was still not secured, leaving our 18 year old in an unfamiliar city and visiting the surrounding area of the school was just about enough to send me into a panic attack of epic proportions. 

However, seeing the city in the daylight the following day, meeting with his instructors and getting a private tour of the facility helped to ease my anxieties. 
You'd think that since this is the third time doing this I would have it all figured out right, yeah me too. 

Nope not how it happened.

Setting the cruise control for 65 and fighting the sleepy feeling my eyes are experiencing I notice the dreaded road construction signs ahead. 
Sure that they will ease us into the highway under repair, I zoom along eager to get to my bed just waiting for me. 
Warm and snugly and ready to wrap me up for much needed sleep.

Coming around a bend in the road I am met face to face with flashing lights. 
The earlier helpful lane reflectors are now going one direction but the very large cones are forcing me a different direction. 
Bright lights, huge semi trucks with blinding headlights and unfamiliar highway were cause for some quick, jerky startling driving. 
Not a great way for my sleeping passengers to be jolted awake.

Taking the next exit at the request of my now awake husband I happily took my place in the passenger seat very eager and happy to surrender the wheel. Trying to relax in the comfort of a new driver I hear the familiar question, do you trust me?

100 yards. 

That's it. 

No cruise control in life for me, just total dependence on God.