In case you're wondering:
Government workers actually work in Fremont, Michigan.
I know this because all last night they repaved the road behind the bus.
No effort was spared to smooth things out, roll things again and drive over every square inch with the back up signal turned on. Nice and loud.
Never before has a 50 yard stretch of road had so much time and attention.
As the Bowers family snored, engines started 223 times and I rehearsed lengthy lectures for those workers of iniquity (ha), I was reminded of yet another week with so many blessings:
The countryside is beautiful…. Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, and Michigan.
The Lord has given Curtis the right words…the response has been overwhelming.
People have been kind and so very generous.
The Lord has allowed the bus to run perfectly.
We've sung almost every night, stayed up until weird hours.... the Lord has kept us well.
The micro-snake in the almond butter jar still has not escaped.
Though bus living with our crew is very moment by moment, we're in the home stretch. However.....we will certainly watch for construction cones and other evidence of feigned diligence wherever we park:)