She usually insisted that she was the driver of the bus 😂
Just her and everyone else who goes through tough times. Including me.
Mentally. Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually.
There seems to be no height requirement to ride.
As I have spent much time on the struggle bus, it has became a beautiful place to me.
Struggles are inevitably part of living life. In fact, I would say that not a single person finishes their life without having first experienced a ride or two (or three or fifty eight) on the struggle bus.
Let it be a beautiful place of growth, faith and refocus towards the Savior ❤️
