Life on the Road

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I kinda worry about this…

I grew up in the country. We would pull over on the side of the road sometimes to go hunting or fishing. Heck, we would just pull off and stop to look across a field at something or other. I have seen plenty of driveways or parking lots that were gravel instead of paved asphalt or concrete.

But they have really got me worried here – I never know where to park down here in Florida.

Everywhere we go there are parks and houses and even businesses that don’t have a driveway or parking area. Well, they don’t have a clearly marked area. I’m beginning to wonder if this is a Florida law or maybe the lack of. From one place to the next, you just can’t be sure where the “parking area” is. It’s pretty universal here, but I worry that I’ll pull off into someone’s expensive sod.

We noticed it right away when we arrived here a few weeks ago. We drove by place after place with no driveway that was evident. And then people were just pulling off the roads wherever they pleased. They park anywhere and everywhere. And I was beginning to get a little used to it, after all, even my driveway isn’t there … or maybe it’s everywhere.

Then I was on the road again for a few days last week. I went to make the final commitment to the Florida life. We moved all of our stuff from storage in Arizona to the house in Florida - That was quite a drive.

For days I drove through state after state. Through towns and through the country. Rolling along past houses, farms and fields. Passin’ trains that have no names, freight yards full of old black men and the graveyards of the rusted automobiles. Sing along … Good morning America how are you? Yea, all of that. It was a long drive. And after almost two thousand miles, when white line fever is making me crazy, I get to Florida. I didn’t need a sign to tell me either.

As I cross over from Alabama to Florida, not even 100 yards from the “Welcome” sign, there is a little shop on the side of the road with no driveway or parking lot. BAMM!!

I just don’t get it. Is it just me??

I continue to pray for wisdom and discernment. Maybe I’ll figure it out one day.