I would like to start this out by saying that we have the best kids in the world. No bragging, no kidding. They went more than five hours in the car, from Tacoma to La Grande, Oregon without a stop. Ok, having a DVD player in the car helps, but they didn’t watch movies the entire time, more like half (the Incredibles and some old Schoolhouse Rock songs). So they were pretty awesome, and the road was smooth and clear. And we copped out and ate KFC in La Grande–I think we should always be bold and eat at some unknown local place, but let’s face it, it’s so much easier to stick with what you know. And you gotta hate Oregon’s no pump-it-yourself law at gas stations. I shouldn’t mind it, after all, in Mexico for five years that’s how it was, but it still bugs me in Oregon. That’s why we always go out of our way not to buy gas in Oregon (going back we won’t). Anyway, whine completed, there were some spectacular views. Wow. It’s pretty in the Eastern Oregon mountains.

God is good. I sometimes think about all that could go wrong, about bad things that could happen, from weather, to car problems to accidents. And of course all that could happen and God would still be good. But we’re thankful that it didn’t. Psalm 121:6-8.

And we made it in under nine hours (about 8 hours driving time). We’re staying with the Pipers, Scott and his seven girls. Scott is pastor at the church in Kuna. We got here in time for the start-up dinner, a time to meet with pastors and plan out the meetings in their churches. Suffice it to say we’ll be busy. But it should be good. And I need to quit and get to bed here. Losing an hour from Washington to southern Idaho stinks.

And I complained an awful lot in this post. Sorry!