Sing Your Way Home...

 We had to have a little adventure on our way home. The plane trip was nice and normal, no excitement or drama. Jeffrey had downloaded the Uber app on his phone so we could get a ride home. He tried several times before we left and after we arrived in Oakland to get a ride. The prices went up every time he got on though he never got connected with an actual driver. After the price was well over a hundred dollars, we decided to use BART and get to Concord that way.

On this trip we each had a big suitcase (filled with African things), a small overnight suitcase and a backpack.

So we started out on BART, I didn't know we needed a card that is refillable (with money) but Jeffrey knew all about getting tickets home. 

On the train I tried calling different people I thought might be home, not at work, to get a ride to our house from the BART station. No one answered their phones.

Jeffrey was going to get a bus ride and I said, let's just walk. I knew it was only a couple or so miles home and that is just a regular walk.

I found myself singing an old song in my mind and sometimes out loud a little -

Sing your way home at the end of the day

Sing your way home drive the shadows away

Smile every mile  - For wherever you roam

It will brighten your way

It will lighten your day

If you sing your way home

It became my mantra to keep going.

OH BOY, just a regular walk (NOT) with a backpack, pushing one suitcase and dragging another - no, no, not just a regular walk. It was a hot day, in the hottest part of the day. When the bus passed us the first time I was a little sad, but when the third bus went by a half hour or more later, I realized what a stupid decision I'd made. My arms, legs and hands were tired. But I smiled and said, "I'm okay",   each time Jeffrey would stop and ask how I was. I think he figured it out when I started lagging further behind.

Jeffrey carried his backpack and mine on top of the bag he was dragging, and pushed one of the Littles suitcase forward. I dragged just one suitcase and pushed one Littles suitcase.

Good and best luggage

So we were bringing the Little's luggage back to Concord. It had traveled from California to Susie's house back in January with Levi Littles Eagle project supplies, then on to Accra, Ghana with Susie and Rebekah when they came, then on to the Orphanage and back to Utah with Susie and Rebekah when they came home.

Jeffrey and I picked up the luggage from Susie's house along with all the things that the Belnap's and Susie had brought back from Africa that I had collected, bought, and made.

Can I just tell you how wonderfully awesome this lightweight, semi-hard shell, and all direction four wheels piece of luggage is?!! If I ever go to a foreign place or mission again, I am buying this kind of luggage to take with me.

When we got to the church, Jeffrey said, "Do you want to stay here and I will go home and bring the car back?" I said yes!

When we stopped at the church, I sat with the luggage and Jeffrey was going home to get the car, he met Brother Burr in the parking lot and asked a favor. Would he bring me and the luggage home. Brother Burr said yes and came over to pick me and all the luggage up while Jeffrey walked  the rest of the way - three blocks - to our house.

After getting home and getting a drink, you can see in our faces how tired we were.

For your information it is only 3.1 miles from the BART station to our home. LONG miles if walking in the heat with luggage. Short if cool with no baggage.