We are officially in the middle of nowhere. Thousands of miles of vast wilderness are hidden up here on the Alaska Highway. If you’ve never made this trek, you should. Really. You should.
*Our views out the window of The Big Blue Bus. We don’t stop much and not often (ever?) for pictures, so we’re capturing everything through the windows.
Since the beginning of our trip, I have carried a prayer in my heart. A prayer entreating Heavenly Father to please watch over us and The Big Blue Bus, to keep us safe and protect us from harm, to keep our bus running, and to please get us to Alaska in one piece. The last few days, my prayers have increased in length and number.
This trip is much more arduous than I remembered. I think it’s because we’re on a bus. I feel more vulnerable on the bus than I did in our minivans or the suburban we’ve driven on this route before. We travel much slower and the process is taking longer. We feel the bumps and rough roads much more than in a smaller vehicle. I worry about the bus breaking down due to the all bumps and rough roads.
But more than all of that, I think my vulnerability comes from our intimate connection to this incredible world around us. We are not in a comfortable vehicle with a smooth suspension, listening to music on the radio and adjusting the heater or air conditioner as needed while the odometer spins and the scenery whizzes by.
Rather, the windows are down and we can smell the crisp in the air and see each leaf on the tree. The world passes slowly as we lumber along. In this moment I am in awe of the grandeur of God. We are exceedingly small out here on this lonely highway. The vistas that wait around each bend take my breath away and remind me that my life, my world, my moments are but tiny compared to this big picture.
I’m grateful for my faith, which reminds me that The Lord is aware of my family and our little adventure on The Big Blue Bus.