Still Driving the Astro Van

I used to wake up every day like the whole world was on my shoulders—like if I didn’t figure out how to make ends meet, we’d all fall.

There’s one night that always comes back to me. My wife and I were driving up from Billings to Roundup, Montana in an old $300 Chevy Astro van. Headlights dim as dollar store flashlights. Duct tape holding things together—literally.

I asked her to help me see the road because I couldn’t.

We were headed to stay with an old preacher friend of ours. He’s with the Lord now. We didn’t have much. Still don’t.

But we had Jesus. We still have Jesus. And He never fails.

Last night, someone told me my writing sucked. I get it. That’s part of the job. Some folks don’t care. But I remember all the hours I poured into this craft. Studying. Writing. Praying. Listening.

So I just wanted to pop in and say—thank you. To every single one of you who’s read, subscribed, shared, or prayed.

This has never been about me.

It’s always been about Him.

And truth be told? Most days I still feel like I’m behind the wheel of that old Astro van.

But I’ve got Jesus.

And I’ve got you.

We’re gonna make it.

Chin up to God.

Keep moving.

—Adam