The day after I posted about my victory traveling alone with my kids I felt the old pangs of loneliness.
So much has changed in the last two years for the better. I now have a master's degree. I have a new job lined up. I have a better relationship with my children.
But there is still an empty place in my heart.
So I tried something new last night. I went to the Saturday night church service and then attended a single-parent Bible study group. It ended up being more of a support meeting than Bible study last night, but it was nice connecting with other adults - mostly women - who share similar struggles with their exes or with raising their kids.
I plan to try again next week and see how well it fits for me.
We did it!
16 days. 12 states. 8 state capitols. Lots of places in between.
I took an epic road trip with my boys by myself. And we made it!
Yes, there were fights and tears but there was also bonding and laughter.
Yes, there were moments I was lonely and wished there was another set of hands to drive the car and discipline the children. But I also realize another set of hands meant another opinion...another person's needs to be met.
On one of those long, lonely stretches of road, I thought about life. And I realized I was grateful for all the wrong guys who weren't there to object to where we were eating dinner, where we were staying for the night, or that I was even going on the trip in the first place.
I knew my parents were praying for us. And I felt God's hand protecting us.
No, every moment wasn't picture perfect. But it was still spectacular!
