After spending the night at a friend's house in Omaha, we made the trek to Kearney - a 2 1/2 hour drive. We were really worried the weather wouldn't hold and it almost didn't. We had been checking the weather reports and were expecting to encounter snow and ice on our drive. With about 30 miles to go, we ran into the craziest weather I've experienced. It began raining tiny hail balls that covered the interstate in a slick sheet of white. Impossible to see the lanes, cars and semis began slowing. Suddenly lightning struck. Yes, lightening in December. Freaky stuff. At this point I had my head in my lap practically hyperventilating and praying that God would get us to Kearney safely. Unfortunately for us, the ice and snow worsened the farther west you traveled. And of course, we were west-bound. The only advantage we had was that we were driving with Ryan's brother, Drew, and his girlfriend in his very heavy Jeep weighed down with Christmas gifts and luggage. The lightning kept appearing and the ice continued to fall, and we approached "freezing fog." I didn't even know that existed. If you've ever driven at night when it's snowing and foggy, you know that headlight are oftentimes a disadvantage. Not fun. Mile by mile our exit neared and we arrived safely to Ryan's parents house. PRAISE GOD!