When I was in the sixth grade, my dad pastored a church in Lake Wales, Florida. One Saturday there was supposed to be a work day so my brother, sister and I got our old clothes on and got ready to go help out at the church. That was the plan. My parents piled us in the big, light green, Chevy impala we owned and started off down the road. Dad drove right past the church. We looked at each other and asked him what was up. He said we were going to McDonald’s first for breakfast. Cool!
He drove by the McDonald’s. What? Jodi, Jon and I looked at each other again and asked him, “Dad, where are you going?”
“Oh, there’s another McDonald’s down the road a ways.”
“Okay,” we thought, puzzled.
Dad passed the next McDonald’s. Okay, something is weird here! “Dad, we’re going to be late for the work day!” we cried, “We’re way down the road now.”
He smiled and said, “There’s another McDonald’s a little farther on.” In fact he and mom started singing a silly impromptu song, “Ohhhhhh there’s a McDonald’s in Lake Wales, there’s a McDonald’s in Winter Haven…” We realized our parents had officially lost it. Continue reading

The day finally arrived for Kimmi and she is now moved in at AU and ready for her first year of college! She had her car loaded up and ready to go and after running some last-minute errands in the morning we headed to Anderson in the early afternoon. Driving over, I kept glancing in the side rear-view mirror to see her following behind. The words in the mirror were a strange comfort: “objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.” John wondered aloud if Kimmi had butterflies. “I do,” I replied as he chuckled.
We arrived at Rice Hall, where I lived my sophomore year and John lived for four years. A friendly student started to lead us upstairs to her room and as we rounded the 2nd floor set of stairs we were greeted by a bunch of smiling, colorful, upper-class art students (the dreadlocks kind of gave it away). They guessed Kimmi’s name until they got it right, then told her they were ready to help her move in! The moment they began their enthusiastic welcome to a much-delighted Kimmi, I could almost feel John and I becoming invisible and fading farther back in the stairwell. This is what’s supposed to happen, though.
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The last few nights I’ve slept restlessly. I don’t know if it’s because our mattress is on the floor right now (we threw out our box springs in the bed bug fiasco this summer), if I’m thinking about a lot of things, or what.
So true! We tend to be goal-oriented, task-driven people focused on the end of the race as our goal when our goal should really be all the stuff in between, the day to day running, the pressing on, the scenery along that day’s path, the little moments when we see our big God at work in and through us.