The First Day

I thought I knew Angela and Donna Renee. We've been friends for years; we've taken classes together; we've worshipped and prayed and cried together. But there's something about a roadtrip. I know things about them that I wouldn't have guessed a day ago.

On our first day, for 6 hours between Dallas and Plainview, we talk. We talk as red dirt stretches flat to the sky and cattle fly past us at 80mph. We talk with the soundtrack of this adventure playing in the background. We have those conversations reserved for late nights on a mountain or early mornings by the lake. Important, painful, ridiculous, meaningful, giddy, quiet, loud conversations. What the heck is going to happen on this trip, if that's just the first day?