My husband of 12 years had been known to sleep in school. Class clown with a heart that pumps high octane gasoline, he still dozes off when life gets too slow.
Fifteen years ago I found this big block(head) snoozing in my assigned seat in a high school study hall. With only a few days left of my high school career, I had almost stayed home that morning. It was prom day. Who had time to sit in sleepy study halls?
Despite my anticipation for pre-prom prep, God’s providence interrupted my intentions and called me to go. In the physical world, it was Marcie, my best friend, who called and asked if I’d escort her to school to turn in her going-to-get-an-F-if-I-don’t-go-to-class-today sewing project.
And there he sat, sleeping, unaware of the unbelievably complex engine he was about to start.
Together still, we’ve learned that you can’t sleep while you’re driving, you have to remember how to clown around, and that staying home on dress-up day is the worst mistake we could ever make. Remember, Timmy, life isn’t a drag race, it’s a marathon. Love never ends. ~1 Corinthians 13:8