Drive Home

Good morning!

As I pulled out of school the other evening, this is what I saw. It was a beautiful sight. A Tulsa sunset with a little Tulsa skyline. A familiar sight for me. I stay an extra several hours most every day. Working on lesson plans, printing the next day’s assignments, grading student’s work, attending meetings, and writing and scheduling IEPs. It’s a sight I’ll see 173 times back and forth to be exact once this school year draws to its end.

The drive home always brings me more joy than the drive there.

It’s a time to reflect on my day. About 15 minutes worth. On what worked. On what didn’t. Time to unwind. Time to thank God for another day. Another chance. Time to look forward to meeting my husband with open arms. And his soft cashmere sweater.

Do you still work? If so, do you enjoy your drive home? How do you spend your drive time? Do you turn the radio up? Down? Listen to talk radio? Classical? Rock? A little Country AND western? Or bask in the peace of the silence?

Often times that familiar path becomes so much more than just time spent paying attention to road and traffic conditions.

Let’s all keep our eyes on the road. As we make that drive home. But let’s keep our hearts on the road. Or path that God has placed us on for our true drive home. Just like on the Road to Emmaus, you never know when Jesus himself may be your traveling companion.

Then their eyes were opened and they recognized him, and he disappeared from their sight. They asked each other, Were not our hearts burning within us while he talked with us on the road and opened the Scriptures to us? Luke 24:31-32

Love and laughter,



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