My name is Tricia Baker.
I am a Wife, Mother, Sister, Friend, and Cousin.
Why do I list “cousin” to describe who I am? Because God revealed His will to me in my role as a cousin…I have an 82 year old second cousin named Connie who’s had a really rough year. Her beloved sister/best friend/room mate died after a short illness. The day after she buried her sister, she started having chest pains which resulted in quadruple bypass surgery 10 days later. Connie lives in Lafayette, LA, and her only child lives in Florida. After many months of recovery, Connie was back in Lafayette, and lonely…I have tried to keep up with Connie’s recovery thru her daughter, but those other roles that I have keep me quite busy. As a Mom, my son, Trey, was fervently working as part of the high school choir on the musical “South Pacific.” It was coming together so well and promised to be an outstanding show. Well, 2 weeks before opening night, I got this “feeling” that I was supposed to call Connie to invite her to the show. I called her daughter first, to see if she thought Connie was physically up to the trip. She thought Connie could do it and suggested that I call her. Connie was so happy to hear from me and agreed to make the trip to
for musical weekend. Houston
For a little more background on Connie, her major in college was vocal performance and she taught in this field at the college level before her retirement. Musicals are one of Connie’s most favorite things.
At 82 years old, Connie can’t drive herself to Houston. It’s a 3 ½ hour drive one way to Connie’s house and I was going to have to do all of this driving by myself. Maybe this doesn’t sound like a big deal – it’s a 7 hour day of driving on a Friday and again on Monday. Well, it’s a big deal for me because I am afraid of driving over high bridges and I would have to cross over the Beltway 8 toll bridge in
Houston and the in LA four times each! Anytime I cross these bridges, my palms sweat and my heart races. I am pretty petrified with fear. As much as I dreaded this drive, I still had this “feeling” that I was supposed to do it and that I would be ok. Still, I didn’t want to make the trip alone. This would be a first for me and certain traffic, construction and the length of the drive left me feeling apprehensive. Lake Charles Bridge
Well, Friday came and, after working half a day, I headed to LA. It was a long day, and I made it over those bridges and safely home with Connie. On Monday for the return trip, I again made it home safely. I prayed for strength to make that trip and to make it a memorable weekend for Connie. I knew that the Lord wanted this to happen and He was with me. Not one accident, construction block, or heavy traffic was encountered by me on this trip. I saw all of these occurrences on the opposite side of the freeway, but never on my side. It was like we were traveling in a safety bubble! I firmly believe it was the Lord making it easy for me. I was supposed to do this!
The weekend with Connie was wonderful and she agreed that traveling to
and spending time with family was a jump start to her physical recovery and grieving process. She commented more than once that we treated her like royalty! She is my oldest relative on the Italian side of my family and I had the opportunity to write down endless family history dating back to my family’s immigration and to hear stories that only Connie lived through and could pass on to us. It took some effort to make this weekend happen, but the experience with Connie and my lasting memories of her trip are priceless to me. Houston
I could have been paralyzed with the fear of traveling and missed out on this special time with my cousin, but instead I chose to listen to that whisper from God and have faith that He would see me through as I tried to do His will.
I think the words to my favorite hymn sums up what I am trying to say:
“God will make a way where there seems to be no way. He works in ways we cannot see, He will make a way for me. He will be my guide, Hold me closely to His side. With love and strength for each new day, He will make a way!”