Good morning! Yesterday was a pretty cool day! As we were driving into Houston, I saw my most favorite piece of graffiti.
I enjoy this every time I see it. I wonder about the person who created it. There are several other messages like it throughout Houston, but none touches me like this one. To me, it is important for each of us to find that "Someone" who we are and be them. Whether it is writer, mother, teacher, whatever. Just be that "Someone" that God created you to be!
It took about 2 hours to load that pipe and by that time we were starving. We drove about 2 hours to a tiny little truck stop in Buffalo, TX called JJ's. We got a free shower with our fuel. It wasn't the nicest shower I've ever been in, but oh, the hot water was wonderful!
We met a boy named Matt. Matt asked for a ride in a direction we weren't going, but we got a chance to minister this this kid's poor soul a little. Sweet Matthew, wherever you woke up this morning, whether you're at your mom's, in jail, or on the streets, if you ever read this by some chance. We are still praying for you, your brother, Justin, and your sweet Momma. Remember what we talked about, boy. Get clean, turn yourself in, and make things right for yourself. Then, so make things right with your poor, heartbroken Momma. Two babies behind bars is no way for any mother to live. Stop chasin those girls and drugs, kid. God has more for you! Be someone!
We shared a steak finger basket from Dairy Queen for supper. It reminded me of trips to the Lake with my Papa when I was little. My grandfather made sitting there waiting for the fish to bite seem like the best place in the world to be. He's been gone since I was 12, but I still miss him. That was a great dinner and we shared memories and then some ice cream.
Sleep was better last night with the trapped feeling gone, and a full day behind me. You have to remember to go to the bathroom before you go to bed, though, because going to the bathroom in the middle of the night means getting dressed and walking up to the station. You're plenty awake by then, let me tell you.
Trucker-Man got up at 4 to head out. If you don't know about the time clock for truck driver's, after they drive for 11 hours, they have to rest for 10. His 10 hours were up and it was time to drive. Thankfully, he left me sleeping, well as much sleep as you can get in a moving vehicle, but I slept until 8 and woke rested. We are headed to the panhandle area today, more adventures to come.