I was on my way somewhere a couple of weeks ago and drove right by the parking lot for the End of the Oregon Trail Interpretive Center. I always see it from the freeway, and fully intend to stop by and explore some day, but then never do. So, I swung into the parking lot of an antique store nearby and decided to get out for a quick explore of the place. I didn’t go inside the center because, like I said, I was on my way somewhere else, but did a quick tour of the grounds outside.
To be standing there, at the place where the trail ended, you can’t help but wonder how good that must have felt to finally be at the end of a long journey. They still had yet to establish their homesteads and get settled, but now knowing that the hard journey was over.
Sometimes in life we are on a long journey – I seem to be on one myself – not sure where the trail ends, trudging along waiting for the end to be in sight. Knowing there’s a lot of work to get myself settled back down again, but also knowing one day I’ll get to the end of my journey, and what a relief it will be.
My mom is on her own journey right now. She just had a scheduled surgery at the hospital this week, after a couple of months of being in pain and discomfort. Her journey to get the surgery is done and over. Now starts the recovery process, with the knowledge that at the end of it, she will finally feel better. How wonderful to know that if you can just get past the next couple of months of recovery, at the end you’ll feel so much better than when you went in!
Here’s to a speedy recovery for my mom, and an end in sight to long journey’s any of us are going through right now!