Pt. 1: In which me meet a young man named Jim

"Good bye and God bless!" the reverend said as Jim shuffled back into the bus depot. This was going to be a long trip.
In Cheyenne, WY the bus station is small and across the street from a truck stop with a Subway Sub Shop. There aren’t a lot of people waiting to catch the bus at this particular depot. Plastic multi-colored seats line all available wall space. The walls are littered with a variety of posters and ads.
Looking around at the few people in the depot, Jim realizes that Greyhound has a different kind of clientele. The real high-class kind. Oh great, he thinks, I have to cross the country like this?
About thirty minutes later the bus pulls into the parking lot. The waiting passengers stand to meet the driver and get on the bus.
The driver looks tired and distracted. He briefly looks at the tickets presented to him before going inside to check in.
As Jim enters the bus he notices the stale smell of people who have been wearing the same clothes too long. He cringes as he sits down next to a lonely-looking adolescent. She doesn’t even greet him.
Starting off down the highway, the bus rumbles away. Jim is sitting in his seat and opens the envelope the reverend had given him at the depot.
Jim,
I know this is a really hard time for you. You’re struggling to find how God could be using this situation at all. Just trust that He is. And we are all here waiting to love you and care for you greatly.
Steve
Jim wiped the tears from his eyes before any of his strange traveling companions could notice. This was going to be a long trip.