Life is Good

A woman at the airport walked away from me wearing a sweater with the line “Life is Good.” It was the same message on my messenger bag, which I’d bought partially because of its $10 price tag and partially because I wanted a constant reminder that life was, in fact, good, particularly on those days when I found it difficult to remember. And there it was, right in front of me. It seemed God wanted to be sure I didn’t forget.

I can point to other instances when the message was driven home to me – literally. There were several times while planning for this journey that I was down in the dumps, scared or just questioning the sanity of my decision. It was only on these times, which always seemed to happen while I was driving, since that’s when I tend to do my thinking, that I saw the biggest sign I could possibly see: a giant semi truck with the words “England” painted across the sides in bright red. Now I’m sure England is a trucking company, but in all my 30 years, I never once saw the trucks. Not once. And I also never saw these trucks on normal days when I wasn’t questioning my life. I saw it no less than five times in the three months before my trip. It was always then that I knew the decision was 100% right for me, and, apparently, all of England.