I woke up with a headache, which continued the entire 42 hour drive. Eating 8 Advils only seemed to make it mad. Our van may have had shocks at one point, but they’ve long since gone bye-bye. So basically I spent HOURS, trying to sleep in our bucking bronco of a vehicle, with a screaming headache and a chattering 8 year old, while my husband and two dogs fought over the cooler full of food.

But now I’m here, sitting in a chair with a heated, massage pad, fresh off my first Bloody Mary anticipating a full day of bridge tomorrow. It was so WORTH the drive.

This must be how missionaries feel when they travel through the dense jungle to find some unreached people group and finally get to share the gospel.

Or not.