Since I’ve been in singing in a church choir since I was 4 years old, music is a huge part of my connection with God. Knowing that I am encouraged to write two posts a week once I’m on the Race, I had been toying with the idea of doing a song post as one of those. I have several in mind already, but I woke up this morning with this particular one begging to be heard.
I found it incredible that this song, which I had never heard before Training Camp, came on the radio TWICE in a row (on different stations) while I was sitting in miserable traffic after leaving camp.
A smidge of backstory: I decided to drive from Texas to Georgia so that I could make a detour to visit family in Louisiana. It was a little out of the way, but it made the long drives more manageable to have an actual bed (or my favorite couch) to sleep on in between.
The drive between home and Baton Rouge was easy, but I had terrible luck on the LA-GA route. Driving to camp, I was over an hour late, both because I completely spaced on the time change issue and because I sat in Atlanta traffic for an extra hour. Leaving, I assured everyone that I had a breeze of an 8 1/2 hour drive. After all, how much traffic can there be on a Sunday afternoon?
Answer: nearly 3 hours worth. I started the journey 2 hours earlier than planned, so I felt like I had all the time in the world. I sat down to eat a salad at lunch, I didn’t speed, it was lovely. Until I got to the swamp land just past Biloxi, Mississippi. With no access roads, no exits, and no phone battery to check on alternate routes, I got stuck in a 20 mile traffic jam – all because there was a short construction area on the Louisiana side of the border.
Normally, I DESPISE traffic. (I painted my nails while stopped in Atlanta so I would stay sane.) But running on the positivity of camp, I turned the AC off, rolled the window down, finished my snacks, and cranked up the radio. And after an hour, when my patience started waning, it was a total God-moment that this song was played on the 2 stations I had been switching between. When I finally made it to Baton Rouge, 12 hours after I started, I wasn’t frazzled, because I hadn’t been sitting through traffic alone.
