Once upon a time, in a land far, far away from Interstate 95, my husband and I vacationed on the exotic shores of Mexico and in the tropical paradise of the Caribbean. Our vacations included verbs such as “frolic” and “relax.” A good vacation was measured by the number of steps from the plane to the warm sand and surf. Now that God has blessed us with children, our vacation vocabulary has expanded to include “family discounts,” ” mini-golf,” and “kids menu.”
After an eight year hiatus, we finally decided that it was time to pack up our things and the kids and venture out on the highway. Our trip began with a 12 1/2 hour car ride, which was piquantly described by Trip Tik as “7 hours, 15 minutes.” That won’t be too bad, I thought, as the people at AAA snickered behind my back.
In case you are wondering why we did not just get on a plane, try to imagine my plane dream sequence with children kicking seats, fighting and screaming, as the pilot hits the EJECT button.
I figured if Moses could survive wandering in the desert for forty years with the whining and petulant children of Israel, then I could endure the backseat shenanigans of my own kids for half a day. As we started on our journey, I panicked, flashing back to the time one of the kids whined, “Are we there yet?” before we had even left the driveway.
I did not think the kids would last long being strapped in upright and looking as awkward and uncomfortable as NASA astronauts on the space shuttle. I missed the days of yore when my parents tossed us to the wind and we rolled like tumbleweeds in the vast desert-like way back of our 1970s brown station wagon.
To my surprise, the kids lasted the entire journey with hardly a whine. They were so excited to reach our destination that they hardly noticed the grueling ride. I thought about Noah and Abraham, and the great men and women of faith mentioned in the Bible.
If they had been thinking of the country they had left, they would have had opportunity to return.
Instead, they were longing for a better country-a heavenly one.
When you set your sights on a better future, you tend not to focus on the ugliness of your surroundings. Poor Moses, stuck in a traffic jam on the I-95 of Biblical times, must have survived by his great faith in God’s ability to find him the right exit. He was a man who knew how to have forward thinking.
He (Moses) regarded disgrace for the sake of Christ as of greater value than the treasures of Egypt, because he was looking ahead to his reward.
By faith he left Egypt, not fearing the king’s anger; he persevered because he saw him who is invisible.
Thanks to the lesson from my children, I was able to ignore the more unpleasant aspects of our trip, and focus on our destination. As we endured one traffic jam and accident after another on the interstate, I marveled at the beauty of God’s plan.
Once upon a time we vacationed in paradise. And soon, we will live there forever, happily ever after. The End.