Today, I’m sharing a story from the archives that tells of a time we were physically lost – back in the days before GPS.
We had decided to visit a church where a beloved pastor friend of ours was holding a revival. I had arranged to take off early because this church? It was deep in the bowels of Missouri - out where we like to say "so far back in the woods, the hoot owls don't even hoot."
We got lost. In fact, we were lost so badly that now we were 20 minutes late for service. Friends, I am not a happy camper when I'm lost.
We started over at the beginning of the road. This time, we saw the church sign that said one mile pointing left. We said, "Okay, we are going to time one mile on the odometer and turn left the first opportunity we get, even if it looks like a driveway."
It was so dark out there!
We went one mile and sure enough, we saw a path leading through the woods on the left. We'd seen that opening earlier but didn't take it because of the sign at the opening, "MASS GRAVE."
What in the world? Deciding to take a chance, we took the path and eventually came to a little clearing and there was the church.
Who'd ever think a church would be on a road marked, "MASS GRAVE?"
But it gets better. When we went inside, they were still singing. One lady got up and sang a special, "Ain't No Grave Gonna Hold My Body Down!"
You can't make this stuff up!
In my book, my character, Cherie Stopka, was also looking for direction. Feeling betrayed, she wanted to go somewhere new and start over. But where should she go?
Sometimes, you have to take that first step towards your destiny!
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All photos created in PicMonkey by Jerralea using personal, family and stock photos. Please do not copy
Part of this post was adapted from a 2016 post, Laughter: The Best Medicine







