So the Flames come home from a perfect road trip, winning 6-0 to accomplish one of the best records in NHL history. It also marks a comeback of sorts for Miikka Kipprusoff, whose lacklustre goaltending left much to be desired, and the whole hockey club who came from being 13th in the West to sitting pretty at 7th. It was a time where a lot of things changed and when they got home, I’m sure many welcomed them back.
The perfect road trip is a great journey to be in. There comes some preparation before the trip: packing, money, etc. Then there’s getting into the vehicle itself, beginning the drive (or ride) to a far off destination, stopping to see sights and landmarks, roadblocks and detours. We get lost, we get cranky. In the end, once you get to the destination, all your worries seem far away. And when you get home, you’re tired and sleepy, but you can’t help but be excited to share your memories with everyone the next morning.
Like the Flames, I’ve gone on my personal semi-perfect road trip. We’ve done this many times – final exam season. There comes significant preparation before the trip: studying and perpetual distractions, worries and anxiety. Once I got on the ride and finals came, there were a lot of stops along the way, many things that impeded the direction I was headed. Once I did get there, I breathed a sigh of relief, worries gone and I’m back in bed. I’m home again.
Truth is: Life is a perpetual road trip, a collection of many miniature road trips. Each day is a new journey, goals and destinations included. We get tired, bored and even frustrated when we don’t get to where we want to be, but once we get there…Once we get there, we look around, and suddenly things seem the way they should be. We’re surrounded by joy and comfort. Then, as we leave our destination, home becomes a new one. We come in the same door we came out from. We unfold the sheets, climb to the same bed we got out of and we rest. At the end of the day, we’re pretty satisfied with the way God blessed us today.
