My dear precious friend Bea was so gracious to invite me on a road trip, and I am ever so glad she did!!
Every little detail has been amazing, everything falling into place, from the timing of decisions (even after became anxious that at the last minute things weren't coming together). The Lord showed His hand was evident in every part, and it has been so wonderful!
The Sunday before we left, we decided to take my car. I had been planning on selling my car anyway, and so it was a logical decision to take it and then sell it on arrival. Monday and Tuesday were public holidays, and on Wednesday I managed to find a mechanic to replace the idle speed solenoid (a whole nother story in itself!).
Thursday, we all piled into the car, turned the key, and... nothing. Again, nothing. We tried jump starting it, to no avail, so gave in and called the RACV.
An oil check proved that there was no oil in the tank, so I thoughtfully found some in the garage and topped it up.
Bea: "What colour was that oil?"
Me: "Black." (Isn't oil always black?)
Bea: "That was OLD oil, not new oil!"Yes, friends, you really do learn something new every day!
Two hours later, and a new battery later, we were ready to go.
Again, it worked out perfectly, as we were just in time to have lunch in a gorgeous cafe not too far down the road, in a town I had never visited.
We then continued driving to the lovely little town of Foster, gateway to Wilson's Prom and a historic gold mining area, now a proficient dairy farming area.
We wound through landscape that was so typically Australian bush, with eucalyptus tress and bush and scrub. Farming country burnt dry by and Aussie summer sun. Rainforest with ferns and tree ferns and towering gums. Green rolling hills lined with pines. Roling waves crashing on endless sand.
The landscape was constantly varied, and I was constantly saying, "Beautiful! Beautiful! Beautiful!"
It was like driving along the coast, and then through England, and New Zealand and arriving back in Australia again.
We talked, we laughed, we sung. We gave Kelly the songbook so she could follow in English, and explained what hymns such as "It is well" meant, and why we loved them.
We spent the night in Lakes Entrance, all eight girls, we did. Three hotel rooms and eight girls and much laughter and a shared feast and so much love.
From the hotel windows, the view was amazing and breathtaking and merited much photos.
After dinner, we went for a drive and a walk and found a beach and a pier and a breakwater. We sat and sang, and sang, songs of salvation and heaven and the Love of God and His peace in our hearts and that it won't be long for soon we'll be leaving here.
One song in particular always makes me think of the day we shall come in before our Lord, and see Him, our Saviour and Bridegroom. What a day it will be, when the saints march in, pure and white in the Blood of the Lamb.
Hallelujah, ring it all across the lands
Everyone singing at the Lord's command
I will sing that the angels up in glory wait to hear the news
Of Jesus and His children as they're coming through
Sitting there, on the breakwater at twilight, something gripped me. We sing and we talk and we know, but one day, it will be a reality. Those clouds will roll back as a scroll, and the Lord shall descend.
Sometimes it seems as though there is a delay in the departure, but I know when I see Him, I shall be like Him. Even so, come Lord Jesus.
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