One of the girls had just washed the bus before this picture, hence the puddle and cleaner.
We should have known we were in for it right from the beginning.
When we tried to pull out of the pastor’s yard with our 38,000 pound bus, the huge rear tires dug huge pits into the mud, and the bus sank deeper and deeper into the holes.
We were stuck.
No problem, we thought. We’ll get a tractor to pull us out. It wasn’t until 5:30 that the tractor showed up, but thankfully the fella had no trouble at all getting us out, and soon we were on the road again.
We drove for several uneventful hours through Nebraska , finally stopping at a Walmart. My husband and I got out and instantly heard a piercing sssssssssss coming from the drive axles. It was a huge air leak in our brakes and suspension system. A quick glance at the bus told us that the vehicle was listing terribly to the right.
My husband decided that he could see the situation better by day, so we boondocked in the parking lot for the night, running our generator for power and relying on the 100 gallon water tank, which was probably only 50 gallons by now.
It’s times like these that I go to bed feeling so spoiled, since even a breakdown in the bus, unless it’s the generator, hardly makes a difference in my life processes.
So this morning, my husband declared that the bus could not be driven to our next destination, that we were going to need to have someone fix it. Now, normally he does his own mechanic-ing, but the space he needed to get into was too small, and the bus needed to be put up on some sort of lift. That’s not something we carry around with us.
Amazingly, the Lord directed my husband to call someone from his database that lives in this city to ask for a mechanic, and we were put in touch with the pastor of a church here. I was doing my usual tasks when, before I knew it, My Beloved told me that the Lord had worked out a solution to our problem, and we were able to limp the bus over to a shop where it would be fixed. Praise the Lord!
And if that wasn’t enough, the church very kindly put us up in a motel during the repair. And if THAT wasn’t enough, the pastor asked us to sing, and gave my husband the opportunity to present our ministry and preach!!
As we entered the church, My Beloved introduced us and told someone, “we’re really not supposed to be here.”
The lady replied, “Oh yes, you are!” God knows why and how to direct His people.
I’m just so glad to be in His service, so that then my troubles can be put to good use!
The devil meant it for evil, but God meant it for good. Praise His Name!