Letting God Drive.
Ever feel like you're on a road trip you didn't know you signed up for? When I was seven, we went to New York to visit my grandparents. It was a 26-hour car ride to get there and we were riding in a little blue Toyota Camry. My parents bought me a Babysitter Skipper Barbie doll set to entertain myself with on the trip, as well as some cassette tapes (remember those?) to listen to. We listened to those tapes so many times I can still sing the songs today. Songs about dogs and flowers and basketball and kids telling each other secrets inside a blanket fort. Good times. At seven years old, I knew where we were going. However, I did not, at basically any point in the trip, have any idea where we were presently or how long it would take to reach our destination. In fact, I didn't really know what New York was. Some mysterious Other City I'd never been to. Though I'm sure I was angelic and I definitely didn't say this, my brothers probably asked my parents ...