After a long 10 days of packing and purging 25 years of accumulated “stuff,” my husband and I finally headed home. Two hour rain delays got us back to Florida around 5 p.m. and we still had a 6 hour drive ahead of us.
We split shifts of driving usually, and I took the second shift. The toll of emotional and physical tiredness caught up to me about 1 hour from the end of our drive. I asked my husband how he was feeling – he was the victim of food poisoning at the wedding the night before we left – and he said he was alright and that I’d better pull over. He could see my eyelids were dropping.
He took the last shift. I am sure he felt pretty wasted, but one pulls strength from God when all your resources are tapped. Or perhaps that’s when we finally slide over and let him drive our lives a little.