Two damaged lives, a yellow truck, an open road, and a life we never could have imagined.
Our next stop was a step back in time. It was a reminder of what much of our school years were like.
We met a schoolteacher from a country school close to the Texas border. She had already gotten permission to invite us to the school to set up and talk to the children about the tipi and the people that used them. Her class was studying Native American history and she thought it would be very interesting for the children.
When we arrived at the school we were met with hospitality that you do not often see today. This was a small school set off by itself and, as they explained, they were pretty much forgotten by the state. They had prayer before school and before meals. God was freely spoken about. The principal was a bus driver and a pastor. We were offered the use of a house and everything in it. We did use the washer and dryer and enjoyed the shower. It is not very often that we can get a shower.
All 12 grades in the same building. The older kids watched over the younger children and we never saw a problem of any kind among the children in the three days we were there. (Proverbs 22:6).
We were kept pretty busy talking to groups of ...
