As providence had it, we decided to pass a campground on the highway in order to save a few dollars and stay in a campground on the Mississippi River, which we thought would be a mile or two off the highway. Little did we know that the few dollars we saved would be spent on gasoline to get down the long, winding, country road to the campground. Yet God was directing us, even in what seemed like “our” decisions, whether right or wrong at the time. When we arrived at Lake Chicot state Park campground, we were the only campers there, so we picked the best location to park, next to the showers and restrooms. I was remembering the night before when the kids had failed to get a shower or bath after playing in the mud at the park. By now we had figured out the solution to keep the shower from filling up with the wastewater from the sink. The trailer was giving me trouble when I would back into the parking slots at the campgrounds, and I presumed it was a fault with the dual axles or something like that. Janie kept telling me that it was my driving, but that just did not equate! Men, you know what I mean!
The evening progressed uneventfully and later only one other camper came into the campgrounds; he set up across from us. The next morning when I was going to brush my teeth at the shower facilities, I met this camper. Commenting on the cold and rainy weather, he said, “I should be heading south instead of north in this kind of weather.” I asked where he was coming from, and he said he was coming from Biloxi, Mississippi. Wow, what a coincidence, I thought! Assuming he had gone to Biloxi to visit the casinos and gamble, I asked him, “Did you win or lose?” He said with a chuckle, “I lost.” I asked him where he was heading, and he responded, “To Wichita, Kansas.” There it was, a solid confirmation that we were heading in the right direction. I was amazed to think of the odds of having the only other camper in the campground coming from where I was coming from and going to where I was going, especially given the distance we were from either location. God was without doubt confirming to me that we were headed in the correct direction.
After leaving the campground that morning, we had a few nervous moments looking for a gas station. Pulling the weight load was costly on fuel. I had never been in a vehicle where I could actually see the gas needle move down as I drove. After finding a station and much rejoicing, we headed north into Arkansas, now certain that Wichita, Kansas was our destination. We covered as many miles as we could in a day while still stopping in time to set up camp before dark. We camped the third night in Oklahoma. We found the Bushy Lake sallisaw state Park and started out again as the only campers there. Later that evening another group of campers arrived. They were loud and rowdy which concerned us greatly. The park seemed unusually dark, and security was non-existent. We did a lot of praying and decided to all sleep in the trailer together that evening. Come morning, thank God, everyone was still alive and safe. We felt so vulnerable during a great part of the trip, from camping with our children during the offseason, to home schooling, limited funds, and the completely uncertain future that lay ahead of us.
I suppose those feelings are natural given the circumstances we were in. Realize that in 1992 we had two portable box phones (what existed before small cell phones), but they didn’t work in country settings. We also didn’t have a GPS (global positioning system), or any of the other hi-tech satellite communication products available today that we could have used to call for help had we gotten lost, run out of gas, or had an emergency. It was just our van, our trailer, the LORD, and a family of seven on a quest. God was instinctively teaching us to put our trust in Him. 
God always wants His children to trust in Him and not try to rely on their own wit and strength. These lessons are hard to learn while immersed in American culture, yet we needed to learn them and learn them well.
Remembering our orders not to delay, we were up bright and early, checking the map for short cuts to Wichita as we headed to Kansas. On one of the back roads we found ourselves low on gas, and uncomfortable attempting to navigate apart from the interstate. Traveling the back roads was making us feel insecure. The country roads seldom had shoulders in case we had to make an emergency stop, so when we intersected back with the interstate, we glued ourselves to it!