The Trip Home

We stayed at our friends' house a while. It would be a long drive, so Dad wanted a bit of rest before heading out on the 2,000 mile trip in our tiny RV.
After a few days, we knew we had to go. We said our goodbye's, then left. Dad drove long and hard. When we stopped for gas, we made it a very brief pause. Long after dark Dad drove, putting in some amazing hours every day. In two days we stopped in Texas, most of the way through the trip. That was record time! We spent the night at another friend's house (Dad knows a lot of people), before leaving for the last day of driving. It almost seemed like we might never be home again. But finally, after another several hundred miles, I saw a familiar road. We drove down a certain familiar curve and I saw, just over a hill, a certain familiar house.
We had made it back home.
Our trip is over, but we'll be on another soon. And though we had a hard time getting here and there, Setting up tents, and trying to get the Gospel out, I know without a doubt that it was worth it all.