Clearly, I have neglected to post an update on our “current location” and status. And as some of you may think it is due to the fact that we are home, safe and sound, this is not the case. (The home part… not so much the safe and sound)
Over a week ago, August 29th, our family was 18hours from being home in Cheyenne, WY. After driving all day from Iowa City, Iowa (however many hours that is), and feeling very confident that in about two nights we’d all be home, warm in our beds, the unexpected happend-which was actually somewhat expected, just not in the way it was recieved.
The RV caught fire.
Nice, real nice. 30 miles east of Cheyenne at about 9pm, two kids sleeping in the back, Savannah on the phone, Skylar reading a book, mom working on the computer, Spencer chillin in the back, Saylor sleeping in my arms and dad… driving.. The back left side of the motorhome caught fire from a loose wheel baring. It was a miracle that we even saw it considering it was way in the back, underneath the RV. But we saw it; and just in time. We pulled over, everyone got out, mom dialed 911 and flagged down a trucker all at the same time. Seven kids stood huddled on the shoulder waiting for the worst to come. Dad, in all his brilliance, used the outside shower head to dump all the water he could to kill the uncontrolable flames.
Minutes after the fire died, the county sheriff showed up (two actually) followed by three fire trucks; which added some nice light on the subject. The firemen clearly didn’t need to do a whole lot, but they got down under the RV to make sure everything was safe-and it was, so they took off. The sheriff stayed with us until the tow truck came 20minutes later and made sure we made it back on the road.
Now at 12am, we were heading towards Cheyenne to a Holiday Inn and mechanic that the Sheriff had recommended. It only took us an hour going 15mph in fear that the wheel would get hot and catch fire again. But I’m pleased to say, we made it. In ONE piece. Alive. Yay for us.
It was an extremely discouraging evening. What was once a beautiful hope, ended up being an unknown, unseen rough road. We knew the enemy would eventually find some way to burst our bubble… but not like that. And even though he tries so hard, and sometimes succeeds, God still comes through. Always. It is a miracle that we are safe. A miracle that the fire didn’t get far enough to mess with the fuel line. A miracle the tire didn’t blow.
Nonetheless, I’m pleased to report, the RV did survive and so did everyone else. We stayed the second night at some folks’ home in Cheyenne—friends of friends who were generous enough to let us stay in their trailer as long as needed. However, after having the RV at the shop and hearing that it could be as long as two weeks for the repair, Mom took Savannah, Summer, Sydney and Saylor home in the Honda. There were things they needed to be home for and they just wanted to be HOME! … Who could blame em?!
Dad, Skylar, Spencer and myself stayed behind to wait for the RV. The cool part was some long time friends 45min south in Fort Collins, CO came and picked us up to stay with their family until the RV was done. We had a blast exploring Colorado and fellowshipping with them. It was a great home away from home… Away from home.
It took 10days to finish the repair and seven of those ten we were enjoying the last leg of our three month trip enjoying Colorado and being with the Hallofs! It was a completely unexpected event, but God used it in many ways. And the funny thing is, I’d been praying the night before that God would get us home however He needed to… Whatever that looked like, and that He’d be glorified through it. And I remember standing outside watching fire glow from under our home on wheels, holding my baby sister, wondering if a great deal of our cherished things would go up in flames that night. Then it dawned on me; “Get us home however you need to.” “Be glorified.” God would not have brought us through something like this without having a plan, a means to glorify himself. And suddenly… My computer didn’t seem like such a big deal.
And I was so incredibly thankful we were all safe!
He was glorified that night! It’s a miracle our family is ALL safe—and our RV for that matter. This is a story we will not ever forget and I pray that we also never forget to point the glory in God’s direction.
At the present moment, the four of us are back on the road again heading west. Not sure how far we’ll make it tonight, but the point is we’re heading home and our family will all be together again after 12 days (by the time we get home.)
Thank you so much for prayers and encouragement. We’re so thankful and blessed by the body of Christ!
Firemen checking things out…
Motorcycling through Wyoming
Dad wake boarding!
Dad (Jay), Skylar, Duane Hallof and Spencer right after Duane dropped us off at the shop to get the RV after a very fun week.















































