I was hiking with my daughter in the Hocking Hills, but forgot my Walking stick. "Bummer!" I thought. I needed it for my bad hip. At first the trail was paved, but As we trekked toward the Uneven terrain, I was surprised to Spy a stick nestled in the brush along the path. It was lightweight, obviously smoothed by Hand, and not just a wayward branch. Who had discarded it? And why? I picked it up, and found it was a perfect fit. I was delighted to have a walking aide on the Bumpy route ahead. When we returned to the car, and I shared the story of my miracle stick with My witty son-in-law who had hiked the Upper rim trail, he referred me to Moses. "Are you sure it wasn't a snake, and When you picked it up, it turned into A staff?" I had an answer for him. "No way! If God hadn't meant for Me to have the rod, when I picked it up it Would have turned into a snake." And I might add, bum hip or not, No one could have caught up with me Running down the trail. |