We had a neatÂ experienceÂ on Sunday after church. Dad took us to drive over an ice bridge. When driving to La Crete, we didn’t drive the bus over the ice bridge – the shortest route to La Crete and the way most of the local residents would go – due to concerns about the grade on either side of the bridge and possibly “high-centering.” We had to go the long way around which cost us an extra hour.
There was a family who graciously lent us their van while we were in La Crete, and so we were able to use the van to drive to the ice bridge to evaluate whether on the return trip home we thought we could take it with the bus. Of course when we were there, we drove over it and back although the decision was it wouldn’t be good for the bus to try it. The approach was too rough for the bus.
Driving on the ice bridge actually Â didn’t seem too odd because there was snow on either side of it, so it felt as if we were driving through an ice field. We were very grateful to Dad for taking us for the drive!
â€œHe giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes.â€Â (Psalms 147:16)