After the chaos of our morning routine is the biggest butt-kicking of my day. The daily commute. I’m in my 3rd year of driving my kids to school, 30 minutes away. This part of my day has the power to suck the very last tiny breath of life out of me with one too many red lights, or by the power of God, it can also be a great blessing to me. As I journey through the concrete jungle to the school of our choice (a whole other blog post), God has really shown me Himself and that is my joy.
Bay Area trafficI drive what should be 15 minutes but is actually 30-45 minutes to school. 30+/- minutes back. 30 minutes to school for pick up. 30 minutes back. That’s about two hours or so. In Bay Area traffic. Every single weekday. I used to mainly think of those two hours as a life-sucking drain. When it comes to sustaining congested traffic, I am a weak person, and for a while, I could do nothing more after the morning commute than drink my cold coffee and finish it off with a nap. I used to think of those crazy drivers on the road with me as reckless, selfish, road hogs. I had other names for them too, but my babies started repeating my words, so I have had to keep it in check. Thus, my thoughts stayed in my head, or escaped my mouth in a whisper….
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