Sometimes I am struck by the goodness in life. Driving home from
church this evening, I was riding alone, listening to some NPR show on
Culture, and goodness just came over me like jazz. It was a warm
fellowship at church, and this time alone on the road in the dark had a
coziness to it.
You know how usually after you have a great time
with friends, you go home feeling empty? I had the exact
opposite. It sort of reminded me of that overplayed movie scene
of someone riding into the sunset in a convertible.
I didn’t want it to end. So instead of turning into my driveway I
just kept on driving around and around. After the thought of
wasting gas caught up to me, I pulled up home and just sat there
enjoying the night…until NPR started talking about schizophrenia and
then it just spooked me out and I went in.