You gave me life and showed me kindness, and in your providence watched over my spirit.
You're probably thinking that I've ridden so many buses by now, that I probably lived in one down by the river? Well, no, not as of yet. haha. After yesterday's blog on the 'hated' bus, I want to share with you the story of the most 'grateful' bus.
In 1993, we decided to move from Arlington, TX to the Chicago area. This threw a wrench in my college plans. There are tons of colleges there to choose from but trying to find the right one took alot of research. I chose NIU in DeKalb, IL. [trivia..hometown of Cindy Crawford] The university provided handicapped students with transportation. With the huge campus and terrible weather, it was invaluable. The heated bus picked me up at home, dropped me off at the appropriate buildings and took me back home. That would've been sufficient but they would also take me to get lunch at Wendys. Even the grocery store was a destined option and they'd carry my stuff in the house for me. How provided for was I?? Amazingly so. We had a ramp in our garage instead of steps to get to the door. It was about 3feet high and I fell off backwards once. They found and helped me off the cold concrete floor of the garage. I could've laid there all day. Another provision to my care and well being. During the summer semester, we no longer lived in DeKalb so that disqualified me from the bus. The bus driver let me keep my scooter at her house and picked me up with the bus there.
Without the bus and the generosity of the bus driver, I couldn't have finished my senior year. God knew it was important to me and provided beyond what I asked for. Every step of the way was paved for me and my protection. How has God paved your way?