For the past couple of weeks, I've been traveling with my husband. He's been working, and I'm just along for the ride. As we made our way across North Carolina, down in to South Carolina, on to Florida, and now making our way back home, we've encountered all sorts of weather. We've spent some time with family. And we've stayed in several different hotels.
In Greensboro, we stayed in a Courtyard, where we were upgraded into a very nice suite. When we stopped overnight in Columbia on our way to Florida, we stayed in a SpringHill Suites, which was very nice, although the décor was a little too ultra-modern for my personal taste. We chose to stay in a hotel since Al's dad had the flu, and we had no desire to share any of that!
Our time in Florida was spent at the Marriott Grande Vista, one of Marriott's vacation club properties. We had a great room with a lovely view. Peaceful surroundings. Good food, good coffee, and a wonderful balcony where I enjoyed spending my mornings.
As we're making our way back north, we're back in Columbia. Al's mom had some surgery a couple of weeks ago, and is being discharged from rehab today. One of the reasons for stopping over here is to be available to help out as she gets settled back in to her normal surroundings. However, just in case any of those nasty flu germs are lingering, we've chosen a hotel. This time we're in a Fairfield Inn.
Al commented last night when we got here that this is a lot different from what we've gotten used to over the last couple of weeks. Fairfield Inns are just basic hotels. And that's what we have here. A recently renovated, but still very basic, hotel. No suite. No balcony overlooking the golf course. Just a basic hotel room.
It occurs to me this morning that this road trip is a picture of life. Sometimes things are going wonderfully well, as illustrated by suites or rooms with balconies overlooking golf courses. And sometimes things are going along just fine, nothing outstanding, but on an even keel. That's the picture from this very ordinary, but nothing at all wrong with that, Fairfield Inn.
Sometimes there are potholes. We encountered a lot of those on the drive up from Florida yesterday. A lot of them. That's part of being on the highway these days. And potholes are just part of life.
Life is a journey. Sometimes the scenery is beautiful. Sometimes the accommodations are extraordinary. But sometimes not.
Sometimes the road is smooth. And sometimes not.
Sometimes the potholes are deep. But sometimes not.
It's all part of the journey. Just as these varying accommodations are all part of my road trip.
I wonder what the rest of the weekend will bring.
Because the journey continues. We're not home yet!
"I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus."
(Philippians 3:14 NASB)
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