At approximately 12:30 a.m. on Friday, we rolled into the driveway in the mobile mansion. After greeting the dogs, we basically fell into bed, grateful to be home.
Would we do it again? Probably not. But at least we did it! What a grand adventure. Seeing the empty desert; knowing it teems with life, watching the birds soar over the hills of Texas; wondering how long it would take those wicked looking clouds to find us and drench us. Watching those big, fat, lazy snowflakes at the Grand Canyon.
Then of course, there was "she hit me for no reason" and "he pushed me for no reason" and the ubiqutous "he/she hurt me for no reason". I suppose the qualification that the injury was not in any way provoked, i.e., for "no reason", makes the offense more offensive!
Running out of milk, out of water, and almost *gasp* out of Diet Pepsi, we made it home from a journey of about 2700 miles that began in the air over a week ago. We are truly blessed. What a wonderful country we were privileged to be born in. One of the memories we have of the trip is being directed to a checkpoint somewhere in west Texas, where we were asked "all US citizens in here?" I couldn't help but think that we, especially the little ones from Russia, had won the birthplace lottery. We travel freely around our great country and for the most part are unmolested when we do so. We have "rights" that most of the worlds' citizens can only dream about. Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness --- lines written by the esteemed Mr. Jefferson over 230 years ago. Aren't we blessed that we can gather freely for religious exercise (it might do us all good if church mandated some weight-lifting and exercise!), travel, work and live without fear? God is good and His mercy endures forever.
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