We followed Mr. Wonderful for those ten hours to our vacation destination. I must admit that we had so much fun. We laughed, not just a chuckle but a side splitting OK we are gonna wreck belly laugh. We listened to some Hall and Oats, Paul Simon and I don't even remember who else all the while singing, me off key and him sounding pretty good. He introduced me to music from Sojourn Church, where he sometimes attends, amazing.
He asked me to share my testimony and stories from my childhood. Not necessarily things that we haven't shared before but this time it was shared between two adults. He shared some of his plans for the future, I listened not to the unrealistic dreams of a child but to the hopes of a man, a man trying to discern God's will for his life.
I would like to say we didn't argue in those hours, but indeed we did, hence the reference to Abraham and Isaac. I sometimes wonder if it is because we are so different or so alike. Or perhaps because we are now two adults with differing opinions on a subject, either way that too will be a memory of this trip. In just a few days my son will leave and head on a road trip of his own, his car is already packed, he will drive eleven hours and join his friends for his second year of Bible College. I am not sure if I will see him again before Thanksgiving, so I will think often of our road trip in the next few months and hope that when he hears the song "Africa" he will smile and remember it too.