When we graduate from just about anything, there is this expectation of the places we’ll go. You will move mountains and do great things. Yet life is not lived in the place of arrival. Most often we are in between. Because we never know what it ahead, we only know what it behind. Life’s lessons are less about the places we go and more about how we got there.
My great grandmother died when I was a freshman in college. Other than the four hour road tip to college, I hadn’t navigated the highways of Iowa. But small highways are the only route from Des Moines to the northwestern corner of Iowa, with only myself to read the map. Hardly anyone had a cell phone or a GPS back then. My Plymouth Duster (what kind of car name is Duster?) started making funny noises half way through the trip. I found a small town mechanic and waited while he fixed my car, hoping he wouldn’t take advantage of my obvious car inepitude. Gratefully, I was on the road in 40 minutes. On the outskirts of my destination the noise started again. It wasn’t a noise that could be ignored. Less than 20 minutes from the funeral home, I had to find another mechanic. Knowing my mom was probably more worried about me than she was comforting her family, I convinced an auto shop worker to drive me to the funeral home (because in that area, every knew who my grandmother was)–just in time for desert.
That was an in between day–one that stands out for the fears faced and struggles overcome by a 19-year-old alone on the road. But it is in the unknown, the unarrived, and the wandering lost places that we learn to face our fears and trust God. And I suppose as these girls of mine transition from kids to teens to adults, it will serve my heart well to remember the lesson of in between.
Joining the 5-minute word weavers of Friday mornings again today over at Lisa-Jo’s. Today’s word(s): in between. Join us?