In a conestoga wagon," my
Son-in-law said.
Missy was anxious.
She and Jeff would be
Pulling a trailer filled with my
Grandson's belongings while he
Followed in his car.
Their destination?
Boston.
Due to snow, they needed to
Choose a different route.
And it had been years since Jeff
Had pulled his family's camper.
I was concerned too.
But unlike the plight of the
Pioneers when communication was
Slow or non-existent, and good-byes
Were often permanent, I was able to
Follow my travelers as Missy posted
Updates of their progress.
"Near Youngstown 600 miles to go"
"Just entered pa"
"Hampton Inn"
And this morning the saga continued:
"350 miles to go"
"Hudson River"
"200 miles to go"
"25 miles but traffic is bad"
With each passing mile I prayed them
Along.
And when I got the message at 4:24 PM,
"We made it!" I was beyond relieved.
I responded, "Praise the Lord!
Answered prayer!"
I thanked God for His traveling mercies,
So very very grateful that my kids had
Been pulling a U Haul trailer and not
A covered wagon.