Here we go again

Jo's best friend, Sparky, is married to Morgan. Morgan is graduating from Army boot camp on Friday. Sparky wants to be there when he does, only problem is, boot camp is in Oklahoma. Even if she flies, it's a 6 hour drive from the airport to the base. So rather than fly, rent a car, see him for 2 hours, then drive and fly back to San Diego, she wants to drive there and back to save some cash. Ridiculous.

Anyway, she asked Jo to go with her to help with driving, etc. And Jo, being her best friend said, of course, I'd love to go! It's a bad idea for either of them to go for a myriad of reasons but they can't be swayed.

So here we are, once again, one of my daughters off on a trip that is guaranteed to rip my heart out until they are home safe. Jo holds on to the belief (and dearly I might add) that I love Donna more that her and that if she were to go on a risky trip, I would be right as rain about it. So not true.

Once more it feels like I'll never see her again and that the only way I can liken how I feel is that once she's on her way, all I will be able to do is mourn her. Sounds idiotic, I know, but I can't describe it any other way. I am, to baldly put it, terrified. See, this time it's not a trip where she will be seeking Jesus and trained professionals will not be assisting my girl on her travel.

They plan to drive straight through in shifts to my sister-in-laws place in Texas for a short "layover" then off to Fort Sill. And after they do and see what they planned to, they will reverse the trip. I can't tell you just how sick I am at this prospect. So, once again, I have to pray that God will protect my daughter and bring her home alive and well.

It's not God that I don't trust, it's all of the weirdos and perverts and criminally stupid people out there in the world. Jo, no doubt, just thinks I don't trust her. I just love her, and the idea of anything happening...well, I just can't bear the thought.

So, please pray for them, and pray for me. Hopefully God will remember the deal we have going. My kids don't die or become vegetative before I do, and I keep my sanity and don't take a long walk on a short pier.