So we’re not giving up. How could we! Even though on the outside it often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is making new life, not a day goes by without his unfolding grace.
2 Corinthians 4:16
On Tuesday night, I dreamed that I missed my bus to work. In my dream, I was ready to go early, and was waiting around doing small things to kill the time. Then when I looked at the clock, my bus had come and gone.
In a strange self-fulfilling prophecy experience, this played out almost exactly Wednesday morning. I finished my morning routine quite a bit earlier than usual, so I washed the dishes, lubed my bike chain, went to the bathroom (mandatory these days before I step out the door). The next thing I knew, I looked at the clock: 7:46. My bus arrives at Brickyard Park & Ride at 7:48. It’s only 0.8 miles, not long at all on a bike.
I mention this because typically I give myself 10 to 15 minutes to get to the bus stop. This seems excessive — a person could easily walk a mile in that time — but I can easily spend that long waiting at stoplights. I have to go over the 160th Street freeway interchange, through two lights, and turn left “onto” the freeway to get to the bus stop, which is on the freeway onramp. The first light stays red for a long time in my direction to allow people to get onto 405 going north. The second light I have to either turn left from the left-turn-lane with cars getting on the freeway, or I have to cross as a pedestrian two directions — that’s two cycles through the light, plenty long enough to see my bus go by, load, and drive away. It’s actually quite aggravating: I could almost ride to the Totem Lake Transit Center 3 miles away in the time it takes me to get to the closer P&R.
So when I looked at the clock and saw it was 7:46, I knew I’d already missed my bus. The bus running behind schedule would help, but it’s not usually late enough to have saved me.
Out of some misplaced hope, though, I dashed out the door, leaped onto my bike, and went tearing off down the road. I knew the rush would probably just land me a 20-minute wait at the P&R, but I had to try.
And a miracle occurred. I caught my 7:48 bus.
Not at 7:48, mind you; it was more like 7:50 or 7:51. But still, I think I set a record. The lights miraculously changed just when I arrived, allowing me to maintain speed. I saw the 311 (my bus) go through the intersection and stop to load. My left-turn light changed just as the bus went through the intersection. I got over to the left-turn-lane and made the turn, zoomed up to the bus, and pulled down the bike rack just as the last passenger stepped onto the bus. WHEW. That’s about as close as I’ve cut a bus connection in a long time.
Even sitting on the bus, seeing my usual driver and fellow-passengers, I could hardly believe I’d made it. Just a little more proof that there is a loving God, I guess.