The Lesson of In Between

June 28, 2013 in Five Minute Friday

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?

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Jen Stults June 28, 2013 at 4:34 am

The last paragraph speaks volumes. Time to face our fears and trust God! 🙂


Barbie June 28, 2013 at 7:22 am

“But it is in the unknown, the unarrived, and the wandering lost places that we learn to face our fears and trust God. ” Such beautiful truth!


Debi @ June 28, 2013 at 2:43 pm

Awesome story! My aunt and uncle had a Duster – it was parked out in front of their house. In high school my cousin’s room was a tornado so one day my aunt just scooped up all her stuff and put it in the trunk of the Duster. It took my cousin months to find her stuff. Hee hee! Duster = messy rooms. And now Duster = breakdown in Iowa. Funny.


pruningprincesses June 28, 2013 at 9:02 pm

I loved that car. It was tiny but I could really stuff it full of things when I moved in and out of college. Mine was a hatchback. Thanks for sharing your Duster story. It is memorable.


pruningprincesses July 1, 2013 at 9:08 pm

I though I replied to your Duster story but now I don’t see it? I loved my hatchback Duster. I could stuff almost my whole dorm room in that little car! Thanks for sharing your funny Duster story.


Debi @ July 2, 2013 at 12:12 am

You did. I see both responses now. You’re funny. Long live the Duster!!!


Julie Anne June 28, 2013 at 5:50 pm

So thankful for the lessons found in the journey! A great 5 minutes today! visiting from 5MF!


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