Lessons of the Road

It's hard for me to believe that it is June already. It seems like Spring Break season just finished up. I have intended to post here more than I have and promise to do better.

So I was traveling to Acuna back in the beginning of March on a Sunday in order to get there in time to build with a team on Monday. I headed out of my house around 9:00 a.m. on Sunday morning and met up with Mikell and Lindsey West from CpC so we could all travel together. I was pulling my trailer full of tools so I would have them in Acuna for the next several weeks. The trip started off fine, I heard a clicking sound coming from somewhere on my truck or trailer, but couldn't pin point it so we pressed on. I led the way and Mikell followed in his truck. About 10 minutes out of town the sound had stopped and I didn't think anymore about it. We traveled on east toward Del Rio, TX. and Acuna. About 45 minutes to an hour outside of El Paso I heard a loud pop which I thought was a tire blowing on my trailer, I should mention here the speed limit on I-10 is 80 miles an hour and I was going every bit of it. The loud pop was not the tire blowing but the tire coming off my trailer. I finally got stopped and pulled off into the median. What I found was that all of the lugs on that trailer tire had sheared off, the trailer tire had passed me in the middle of the interstate as I got stopped going about 80. I was fine, the trailer a little banged up from the drag was fine, all I needed was 5 new lugs and lug nuts and I would be good to go. However the kicker was I was out in the middle of the desert. After several hours of returning to El Paso for parts and repairs on the trailer, which could be a story all its own, we got back on the road and made it to Del Rio, TX. 11.5 hours after we started that day. It normally takes about 6 hours to get there. The lesson learned was that you always should check your lug nuts before taking off on a trip, and never let weird sounds on your vehicle go unchecked. You would have thought that by the age of 38 I would have had that one figured out. It was also another great reminder that I'm not in complete control of my life. I may have the ability to make choices and change my course, but ultimately it is God who is in control. He was watching over me that day, as He is everyday. He kept me safe when it could have been really nasty and even tough my schedule didn't work out, He helped me see that His plan is more important than my plan.