The first two hours or so were spent in the wilds of Pennsylvania, where we were surrounded by the mountains that we love so much. That early in the morning, this is exactly how they looked to me - a little blurry, but beautiful.

Indiana soon rose to meet us where one corn or bean field was as big as a whole farm in Pennsylvania. You couldn't stand at one end of the field and see the other end like you can in PA and the dirt, oh my, was rich and dark and deep, and void of rocks! Darrell drooled at the thought. I think he could see himself on an air conditioned tractor with a glass of ice tea in the cup holder, with his feet up as the GPS guided him down perfectly straight rows. I didn't take any photos that day because, quite honestly, the scenery was all the same. Just fields and farms and fields and farms and fields and fields and fields.
The day was full of chatting, laughing, dreaming, munching on snacks, and napping-just me, of course. I don't know if Darrell napped or not, but I didn't worry because as he so often tells me, "Don't worry! I am a PRO-fessional driver." Still nothing prepared us for Illinois. A pickup truck passed us right before a bridge. It drove straight into the cable guardrail before the bridge, swerved around the bridge and drove into the cable guardrail on the other side, causing it to swerve and spin into the median where it came to a stop. Then without warning, the driver stepped on the gas and floored it, crossing right in front of us while we were going 70 m.p.h. More than likely we weren't going that fast because any "PRO-fessional" driver would have slowed while watching that truck banging and crashing around in front of them and I was so glad that Darrell was driving and that God was watching over us. We kept those angels pretty busy that day.
We came right out of that scene and into the darkest, most omnious looking clouds I've seen in awhile and I suddenly remembered that tornados are no stranger to that area. I checked the weather and discovered that the line of storms that had devastated Nebraska earlier that morning were now heading straight for us. We were under a tornado watch and as the rain poured to the point that we could hardly see and the hail pelted our truck, all the sudden the joy of the journey disappeared and nervousness set in. I was constantly watching the skies for those green looking clouds that form right before a twister and scanning the horizon for funnel shaped clouds. Then as quick as it had begun, it stopped, possibly due to the prayer meeting each of us was having in our seat. We managed to make our destination, Kansas City, MO, and to the home of the friends we were going to visit for a few days. They were so glad to see us and we were all glad that we made it in once piece! We put my truck in their garage for the night until the storms passed by.
I was again reminded that my times are in the Lord's hands and well, if that was supposed to be the day that I left the earth, (even if transported by a tornado), I knew all would be well. I calmed down after that thought, but I must admit, the rest of the journey wasn't quite as relaxing and the welcome light on the porch of our friend's house was a welcome sight!