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Another mile

“Another hour deeper in the night
Another mile farther down the road
A man can drive as hard as he can drive
And never get as far as his heart was meant to go”

I’ve been listening to this song, “The River”, by Rich Mullins all week on the way to work and back. Tonight it seemed to sink deep in my soul and take up residence there. It’s as if my soul wrote those words. Sounds strange, I’m sure, but for some reason I can understand what it means that your heart doesn’t get as far as it was meant to go.

Tonight was one of those nights. It was my first venture out with a singles group. Strange. I never thought I would be in the “singles group” again, but here I am. Not feeling single, but the lack of a ring and a partner means I am. So there it is. I’m single.

I did have mixed emotions about going. Part of me was excited, because it was something new. An adventure of sorts and I do so love an adventure. I also love watching baseball live. I’m not sure what it is, but it seems to suit me. Maybe it’s because I loved playing softball so much and so I know the rules of the game, maybe it’s because I have such fond memories of my parents taking us to see the Astros when I was little. Whatever the reason, I was looking forward to getting out and doing something different.

As it turns out, I ended up sitting on the end of the row with a seat between me and the next lady. She had brought a close friend so they were busy chatting away. I have to admit that I kept thinking that I should have taken a friend and wondering why in the world I didn’t think of that. Oh well… maybe next time. The game was slow and disappointing, so after the 5th inning I left.

On the way home, I turned up the volume in the car and Rich and I sang our hearts out as we drove another mile farther down the road.

The road I’m on is unfamiliar and I’m sure it will take awhile to navigate it but at least I’m not alone. God was with me tonight and we had quite the conversation during the game and on the way home. He’s a great date… even though I was at a singles event :-)


In college my roommate, Jaree, and I seemed to always wear the same thing when we hung out in our apartment. We jokingly started calling it our uniform.

Once one uniform would get holes and basically disintegrate we’d move on to another uniform.

Funny how things stay the same. The black pants in the picture have been my uniform for YEARS. I think I got them before Morgan was born. The material is getting thin but I still wear them because they are so comfy.

I did get a new uniform (brown pants) recently and I was surprised that I like them as much as I do.  I didn’t realize the change would be so easy.

That also describes lots of things in my life. I tend to hold on to something way longer than I should because it’s comfortable… good or bad. I’m learning that sometimes it’s good just to let things go. The thing that replaces it may end up being better than the original. AND trying new things helps to keep life fun.