God Does Things Perfectly. Us? Not So Much.

August 16, 2019

We prayed for a load coming out of Chicago area, to deliver in Pennsylvania. And if God willed it so,

- a good paying load

- a “dry” load so the reefer wouldn’t have to run all weekend

- a load that picked up Friday and delivered Monday, reasonably close to home

He answered all the above prayers as we prayed them!

The load was of sea salt, and .7 miles from where we were parked overnight in Northlake.

By the time we got out of the lot and onto the street, the distance was .4 miles. Down the street we went, to the entrance. Where a sign proclaimed “NO Trucks”. Oh. So the Trucker drove on, immediately realizing he’d made a mistake. (The sign was turned, and meant for a different driveway.)  Down the street and down the street we went, though no opportunity to turn the big rig around presented itself.

This means we go around the block. In the city. Past a plethora of dead-end and no-turn-around streets. Suddenly the Trucker spoke urgently. 

HE:  What does that sign say up ahead?!?

ME: Which of the two dozen signs?

HE: There! That one! The height limit one!!

ME: OH! 13’ 8”

HE: Whew!

And we sailed under the low railroad bridge with 2” to spare. Ai-yi-yi.

Til all was said and done, “around the block” added 8 miles to our .7 mile commute. But we are here!

Now there are four trucks ahead of us in line. The Trucker dismounts and enters the warehouse. He returns directly, with a lanyard hanging round his neck, holding a tag displaying the door number at which he was to receive his load. What is he, in kindergarten? Oh well, wearing his number also certifies he is legal to be on the property…

And the lovely thing? His load is waiting round the back of the building, so he can bypass the line and back right up to the door. We blutz over the railroad tracks, he turns the truck around in a tight corner, and backs up to the door.

Interestingly, the railroad tracks cross the lot, and run right up to the building, under the door, and inside. This must be a side track on which they can run cars right into the warehouse and unload, protected from the elements. How nice!

Now, ten minutes until the whole warehouse crew goes on break. Sigh. Will they load us first? We can only hope. (Nope, they didn’t. ‘Nother hour to go, now…) If it wouldn’t have been for that 8 mile tour ‘round town…

Meanwhile, this Passenger will just enjoy the cool breeze and the fact that she is still close enough to O’Hare to watch planes….