The one thing that has remained constant for me has been church. Weekly. For a long time 3 times a week – Sunday morning for Sunday school and worship, Sunday night, and Wednesday night for Bible study or prayer service. Attendance was NOT optional growing up. You know what, that instilled in me that attendance was NOT optional when I was on my own either. That’s a good thing y’all. Felt like I needed to prove my Southernness right there.
So much of my life has also been tied to either US 11 or I-81. This road took me home from school – elementary through college at James Madison University - GO DUKES!! – to graduate school at the University of Tennessee – GO BIG ORANGE!!! I even taught school at the very end of it for part of a year at Slidell Jr. High in Slidell, LA. Roads are how I knew I was going to love this book. Two words: Google maps!
That picture is one I see often online. It’s the top of our driveway right on route 11. I can’t count the days I stood at those mailboxes. That was our bus stop. That’s my parents house you can see peeking through the trees in the back to the left. I think that’s their camper. I use the little yellow man on Google Earth to visit friends’ houses, see what’s changed, see what’s exactly the same.
It’s been really nice since we’ve not gone anywhere since last October, but have been practicing a bit of mutual hospitality right here at home. Which brings me to where we are, which is exactly where God needed us to be on the morning of November 23, 2014. Every turn through the states of VA, KY, LA, NC, OH, IL, CT, back to IL, and to VA again have put us in the right place at the right time. We just didn’t realize it completely until our eyes were opened in a dramatic fashion.
Can you look back over the roads you’ve traveled and see how it was the route God used to get you where you needed to be?
This post is linked up with Allume and the Allume Book Club for Home Is Where My People Are by Sophie Hudson.
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