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Everyday Adventures<br />

The Biggest<br />

Road Trip<br />

When I was four years old,<br />

I took the biggest road<br />

trip of my childhood. Of<br />

course we wouldn’t have<br />

had to go far to earn that title. But this<br />

was legit: 700 miles.<br />

Most of the places I’d ever been<br />

were within five to ten miles of my<br />

house. If we drove the sixteen miles to<br />

Corydon, that was a big deal. The 35-<br />

mile trip to Clarksville was considered<br />

going “up town,” which was basically<br />

like traveling to New York City. And<br />

crossing the river to Louisville? Forget<br />

about it. You needed a passport for a<br />

trip like that.<br />

So when my aunt joined the army<br />

and ended up stationed in Savannah,<br />

Georgia, I couldn’t even get my head<br />

around how far away that must be, until<br />

my family decided to drive there.<br />

Unfortunately for me, the people<br />

in charge of this trip, my grandma and<br />

my young mom, hadn’t done a whole<br />

lot of traveling either. But that didn’t<br />

stop them from throwing me and my<br />

teenage uncles into the family station<br />

wagon and heading south.<br />

At least that was the plan. Somewhere<br />

around Tennessee, which is normally<br />

a short state to cross on the way<br />

to Georgia, we got turned around and<br />

ended up heading west. When you<br />

drive across Tennessee in that direction,<br />

it’s actually a long state, like a really<br />

long state.<br />

Eventually, though, we ended up<br />

back on track. By this time, however, my<br />

confidence in my family’s navigational<br />

skills was rapidly diminishing. Somewhere<br />

in the Smoky Mountains, when<br />

the sun began to set, I was pretty much<br />

done. It was obvious I was nowhere<br />

near home, and this trip didn’t seem to<br />

be ending anytime soon.<br />

That’s about the time I started crying,<br />

“I want my dad.” I wasn’t really<br />

sure how I’d ended up in this mess, but<br />

I knew if my dad were there, he would<br />

protect me and somehow get us home.<br />

In 47 years, not a lot has changed<br />

in my life. I’ve done a little more traveling<br />

since I was four, but, like all of us,<br />

sometimes still find myself feeling lost,<br />

lonely, and homesick. Not in the geographic<br />

sense, but in my soul.<br />

There are times when we may all<br />

end up on some spiritually dark roads<br />

feeling far away from home. It may be<br />

because we took a wrong turn or maybe<br />

because someone else was at the wheel<br />

or perhaps it’s just one of those places<br />

life takes us.<br />

Regardless of how we end up<br />

there, the best way forward is the one<br />

I chose as a preschooler: crying out for<br />

our Dad.<br />

My dad on earth is a great guy, but<br />

when we ran into trouble in Tennessee,<br />

he didn’t happen to be there at the time.<br />

But my Dad in heaven? He’s always just<br />

a prayer away, and when we cry out to<br />

Him, He has the power to reach into<br />

the darkness and help us find our way<br />

home.<br />

Many years ago, a friend of God<br />

named David talked about this very<br />

thing. He once imagined traveling to the<br />

ends of the earth: up in the sky, down in<br />

the deepest caves and across the ocean<br />

and beyond. In each of these far off<br />

If we drove the sixteen miles to Corydon, that<br />

was a big deal. The 35-mile trip to Clarksville<br />

was considered going “up town,” which was<br />

basically like traveling to New York City.<br />

places David declared, “even there your<br />

hand will guide me, your right hand<br />

will hold me fast” (Psalm 139:10 NIV).<br />

It doesn’t matter how dark of a place we<br />

may end up in life, David said. God is<br />

already there.<br />

So the next time you find yourself<br />

feeling lost or alone, cry out to One who<br />

wants to protect you and guide you like<br />

a good father should. Even if you’ve<br />

never talked to Him before, He’s there<br />

just waiting for you to ask Him to lead<br />

you home. •<br />

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34 • <strong>Sept</strong>/<strong>Oct</strong> <strong>2023</strong> • <strong>Southern</strong> <strong>Indiana</strong> <strong>Living</strong>

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