Our lives boomerang back and forth on 9 miles of road.
Our home, church, and son's school are on one side of town.
Our restaurant, office, and daughter's school are on the other side of town.
My battle buddy and I have taken this enigma of a year on with a divide and conquer attitude. I typically handle the transportation of the boy; he, the girl. Beautiful system.
Except when one of us is out of the picture for whatever reason.
Such was the case this morning. No worries; we make it work.
I get up, make coffee, drink at least one cup, and put on my take the kids to school outfit.
Allow me to describe the outfit. First, I have no intention of being seen by anyone during my boomerang journey. Just my children, and they have to love me. Work out shorts, t-shirt, undergarments (I mean, ya' know), and shoes. Add a hat to cover up the hot mess of unwashed hair and zero makeup, and voila, scary uber mommy at your service. Perfectly acceptable attire to pull up in car-line, blow a kiss, and pray them on their merry way into the land of 8th and 9th grade. Done.
BTW, this look was really cute in my 20's; 40's put a whole new spin on going natural. Just so you know.
Son drop-off? Check. No issue. (The school is basically in our backyard and requires about 3.5 minutes of time.)
Daughter drop-off? Lots of issues. To my darling's credit, she was ready to go when I pulled up. As in dressed, room cleaned, backpack loaded (good Lord, that thing ways at least a hundred), and praise Jesus, her lunch packed, iced and ready to grab from the fridge. Do y'all hear those angels singing? Yep, I did too.
We get in the car. She chooses her station. Music starts to boom. (Her equivalent of coffee. Can't fault her for that.) All is well.
Except the light thing on the dashboard of my car. The scary one that indicates one of my tires could be in peril. Deep breath. It's Monday. I get out of the car and check the tires. As in eyeball them. They look okay to me. I shrug my shoulders. Party on, let's go.
We choose our route. I know we live in Slo-Cala, y'all, but it took me 45 minutes to get her to school. I guess the amazing sunrise, followed by rain, then the vivid rainbow distracted drivers a bit much. Okay, I get it. God's a magnificent artist, and the green trees against the glow of an orange/peach sky is pretty awe-inspiring. Love it. But I'm gonna need you to simultaneously admire AND drive.
I try NOT to sin too much during the ride.
Forgiveness and redemption are given out in high doses during uber mommy trips.
The girl gets dropped off with a bit of time to spare. Yay! Okay, on with the day!
That darn light, y'all.
I simply cannot afford to have a flat tire today, and oh yeah, forgot to mention I left my phone on my nightstand. Perfect.
So, I make a grown-up decision and swing into the dealership.
The nice man in the starched white shirt, name embroidered on the pen-filled pocket, approaches my vehicle.
"What can I do for you today, Ma'am?"
He has the grace not to appear frightened at what is sure to be a scary I didn't intend to be seen in public sight.
"I'm kind of in a hurry. Could you check my tires? The light thing is on and I'm not sure what that means."
He smiles at me. That kind, customer-service oriented form of Bless Her Clueless Heart expression.
"Sure, Ma'am. Have a seat over on the waiting bench, and I'll go give it a check."
Ugh. The waiting bench? More public appearances. Might as well call in the paparazzi.
A total of two minutes passes before he pulls my vehicle right back up to the curb.
"All's good ma'am. They were a little low, but you're good to go now. The light's off."
I swing my bag over my shoulder and pull my hat down. "Do you know why they were low?"
He shakes his head and replies, "Couldn't say, ma'am. You can bring her back for a full check up if it lights up again. Keep an eye out."
I nod my head and say, "Thank you." Then I drive away.
My mind rolled over his words. "Couldn't say, ma'am."
I have mad respect for that response. I don't know. But, when you have more time, and if it happens again, bring her back in.
He did exactly what I asked him to do. Check out the symptoms out and fix it. But I didn't ask him to diagnose the problem. That would have required more time than I had, and he knew it. In two minutes, he had no idea what the root of the problem was and he said so right to my face.
The 8 or so miles home flew by because traffic had cleared. Everyone had apparently successfully traveled down their yellow brick roads to work. Me—I was mentally blogging.
You see, the older I get, the more life I've lived, the more experiences I've logged, and people tend to ask me for guidance and advice. Sometimes I know the answer. Other times, though, I can only share my experience and point them toward what I know is truth. Then, there are times, when I should just go where the gentleman went this morning.
I can bite my bottom lip, crinkle my brow and admit, "I couldn't say."
In other words, I don't know. You know why? Because I'm not God. I'm just a traveler. Now, I do follow a pretty crazy Leader; maybe you are on that same road or maybe you're not. I can share my story. I can give you a quick answer to why the indicator lights of your soul running on empty might be on.
I'm willing to put in the time and invest. But, ultimately, I don't have the answer.
That's going to require a more thorough conversation, a heart check, maybe even a full internal body inspection. I know a Guy—the One I'm following. He can give you the answers. Why? He crafted you and knows the workings of your innermost being. He's committed and will send you on your way with more than a keep an eye on it.
No, I couldn't say. So sorry. But He can and will. Promise. Let me introduce you.
Moving with Scribbles,
Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.