The God Who Orders Our Steps

After several nights of interrupted sleep, we finally enjoyed a peaceful night’s rest at our friends David and Angie’s home. We woke around 7:30 a.m., and for the first time in what felt like forever, there wasn’t a single sled dog barking. The silence was music to our ears. It was one of those quiet mornings that reminded me of Psalm 46:10, “Be still, and know that I am God.” Sometimes the greatest blessing isn’t found in excitement, but in the gift of peace.

We each enjoyed a hot shower, and Angie had fresh coffee waiting for us. What a simple act of kindness, yet it spoke volumes. We had already said our goodbyes to David the night before since he would be at work when we left, but before pulling away we hugged Angie and told them they had become family to us. We prayed they would someday make the trip to New York so we could return the hospitality they had shown us. Isn’t that how the family of God works? We may meet as strangers, but because of Christ we leave as brothers and sisters. “Share with the Lord’s people who are in need. Practice hospitality.” (Romans 12:13)

By 9:30 a.m. we had the motorcycles packed and were rolling north toward Tok on the Glenn Highway. The morning couldn’t have been more perfect—blue skies, sunshine, and temperatures already in the 60s. As the miles passed beneath our tires, I quickly realized this wasn’t just another road. It was one of the most spectacular motorcycle rides we’ve experienced.

The highway twisted and curved its way through towering mountain passes. Around every bend another breathtaking panorama unfolded. The road climbed higher and higher, wrapping around the mountainsides like a ribbon carefully laid by the Master’s hand.

Then we reached Glacier View.

The first glacier came into sight, massive and brilliant against the rugged landscape. Moments later, an even larger glacier appeared, leaving us speechless. We couldn’t help but stop, take photos, and even launch the drone to capture the magnificence from above.

Standing there, I thought of Psalm 19:1: “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands.” No cathedral built by man could compare to this masterpiece. Every mountain, every glacier, every valley whispered of a Creator whose power and beauty are beyond measure.

Eventually the road began climbing another steep mountain pass. Then I saw the dreaded orange construction signs.

“Oh no,” I thought.

I knew exactly what that meant.

Gravel.

Dirt.

Steep mountain.

Cliffs.

I reminded myself, You’ve done this before. God had already brought me safely over the steep mountain passes near Chicken, Alaska, and across the rough Old Denali Highway. If He had carried me through those challenges, surely He would carry me through this one.

Then traffic came to a stop.

The road narrowed to one lane as we waited for our turn. When it was finally our turn, I switched Gracie into her off-road mode while Melvin selected gravel mode on his bike.

Off we went.

To my relief, the gravel was well packed. After riding loose gravel, deep mud, and slick construction zones over the past several weeks, this felt surprisingly manageable. Sure, there was still a steep drop-off beside us, but my confidence wasn’t in my riding ability—it was in the God who had faithfully watched over every mile of this journey.

“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you… when you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned.” (Isaiah 43:2)

Before long the pavement returned.

“Whew.”

Another obstacle behind us.

Another reminder that God never asks us to face tomorrow’s challenges with yesterday’s strength. He gives us exactly what we need for the road we’re on today.

Our first stop was the Eureka Roadhouse for lunch. Our waiter, Ben, served us with a smile, and before leaving we asked if there was anything we could pray about for him. Without hesitation he asked if we’d pray for his parents.

What an incredible privilege.

In a little roadside restaurant in the middle of Alaska, God opened another door for ministry. We gathered together and lifted his family before the Lord. It never ceases to amaze me how God creates divine appointments wherever we’re willing to simply ask.

Dan, the cook, prepared some delicious fish and chips before we climbed back on the bikes.

By now the sun was shining brightly and temperatures had climbed above 65 degrees. It was absolutely perfect riding weather.

We stopped for fuel and a cold drink at The Hub in Glennallen before turning north onto the Tok Cutoff.

As we rode along, Melvin suddenly said, “There’s got to be an ice cream place out here somewhere.”

I laughed.

“We’re in the middle of nowhere! Why would there be an ice cream shop out here?”

Less than half a mile later…

There it was.

A sign in the front yard simply read:

ICE CREAM

We both burst out laughing.

God certainly has a sense of humor.

We couldn’t pass it up.

At Posty’s Sinona Creek Trading Post we bought a pint of homemade mocha ice cream made by a local teenage girl. What a treat!

While we enjoyed our ice cream, we met David, who rides a BMW R1200GS. Although he calls Colorado home, he spends nearly eight months each year living off his motorcycle. As we talked, he shared that his parents had survived the Holocaust.

The conversation naturally turned toward faith.

Before leaving, we prayed over him, offered a biker’s blessing, and Melvin gave him a copy of the Spoken Word Gospel of John. Once again, God reminded us why this journey is about so much more than motorcycles. Every stop is another opportunity to plant seeds of hope.

We also met Kevin, a local trapper who had stopped by with his grandsons, Thomas and Ryder. His sister, Posty, owns the trading post. Kevin showed us two beautiful wolf pelts he had trapped himself.

Melvin’s eyes lit up immediately.

I jokingly asked if Posty would be willing to ship one home to New York.

She smiled and said she would.

Looks like we will have to order another souvenir for us, but not until we return!

Soon it was time to get back on the road. We had one more destination ahead.

Just before reaching Tok, Melvin glanced down at his odometer.

“Seven thousand miles!”

What an incredible milestone.

Seven thousand miles from New York.

Seven thousand miles of answered prayers.

Seven thousand miles of divine protection.

Seven thousand miles of meeting people God had already prepared for us.

“The Lord Himself watches over you… the Lord watches over your coming and going both now and forevermore.” (Psalm 121:5,8)

Our day ended at the home of Silas, a fellow Bunk-A-Biker host. We expected nothing more than a place to pitch our tent for the night.

Instead, he welcomed us into a spare bedroom and grilled hamburgers for dinner.

We shared the evening around the table with Silas and his sons—Preston, Carson, and Jackson—enjoying wonderful conversations and lots of laughter. Before we turned in, Silas told us he would be making breakfast in the morning too.

We were overwhelmed once again by the generosity of people we’ve never met before.

Hospitality like this reminds me that God’s provision often comes through the willing hands of His people.

Tomorrow we’ll cross back into the Yukon as we continue toward Haines. We’ve heard the roads ahead aren’t the best, so we’ll take our time and trust God with every mile.

As I reflect on today, one truth continues to echo in my heart:

God is always leading the way.

He faithfully provides the right people at exactly the right time. He protects us through every mountain pass, every construction zone, and every unknown road ahead. More importantly, He continues to open doors for us to share the hope of Jesus wherever we go.

This journey has never really been about reaching Alaska.

It’s been about following the One who orders our steps.

“The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, and He delights in his way.” (Psalm 37:23)

And tomorrow, we’ll simply keep following wherever He leads.

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