In Idaho, we were able to drive during the day when we were 14 and around the clock by age 16. Taking off on a road trip, big or little has always been fun to me. When I was 15, mom let me take her only car on a 5 hour trip to McCall for a week of summer camp. It must have fueled my wanderlust.............which has NEVER abated yet. Thanks mom! It was just the beginning of many trips, each one of them equipping, empowering me, training me to trust, pray, prepare, dream, and crave adventure. I want to pass this on to my girls. Being comfortable with the great unknowns, opening unfamiliar doors without always knowing what's behind them.
As I sent the girls off with an emergency box of matches, candles, chocolate, nuts, flashlight and blanket, it was a bit difficult - maybe they were heading into danger. At the same time, I wanted them to experience the joy of a possibly challenging adventure, getting on the other side, have a story to tell. To know they could do it, realize they could ask for human help and Supernatural help. Trust. Live fully. Go.
Life has storms. The road is slippery sometimes. We have to go slow once in a while. Sometimes there isn't much visibility. You have to know even when you're prepared for emergencies, there are surprises that nothing can prepare you for and going to plan 'F' or 'Q' is required creative thinking!
The rest of the story is theirs........but; I will tell you that Brita just called and they are about 3 hours away from mom's. Her voice was tinged all around the edge with joy, jubilance and a fresh zest for life's possibilities.......