When I got back, Adriene “whipped up” a great breakfast for us, then we headed outside for a while, doing a bit of a “photo shoot”, with the help of our “trusty tripod”. Our tripod has served us well as we travel. Dad was going to be a while before he arrived; we expected him around noon or so. A few other families had arrived into the campground that morning as well. When I see motorhomes pull in, I see new opportunities for ministry. Adriene asked me if I was “stalking” the new neighbors. I don’t “stalk” neighbors, but I am always conscious of the fact that they may need us to come over and “Build an Altar” at their site.
Dad called and said that he would be arriving a little later than expected; he was helping one of his neighbors with their pets while they were out of town. Dad had also misplaced his cell phone for a while during his traversing back and forth from home to this neighbor’s house. He was doing some backtracking on his neighbor’s property; come to find out, he found his phone in his own home after all.
Dad arrived and he came “bearing gifts”; he brought us a dozen fresh eggs from the chicken coop that they have on their property. Not only do Dad and Carolyn raise chickens, they have goats, and they foster dogs as well. They have fostered many dogs over the years; finding great new homes for them and keeping a few of their own. Carolyn couldn’t make it; she had to work, but we “hung out” outside for a while before we all agreed to go out for lunch. Over lunch, we continued to reminisce, and enjoy our time together. After lunch, we made a short trip over the local Walmart Supercenter, to pick up a few things. We then jumped back in Dad’s “cruiser” and before I realized it, we were on one of the back roads heading towards their house. Our campground was about 20 minutes from their house, so we had a nice ride. I sat in the back seat, so Adriene could sit up front with her dad; she loved it, and I was in the backseat snapping pictures.
We actually ended up passing his property, and headed towards the Mennonite community and General Store, that specialized in homemade “everything”. We had been to that community before, and we love it every time. On the way, we passed by the nicest “cattle fence” that I have seen; that owner must have invested millions in that fence; he must think very highly of that cattle, or maintaining a reputation of being “over the top” – Wow. I did leave one of our ministry cards on the bulletin board at the General Store; the Mennonites live a wholesome lifestyle; much like the Amish community, but you never know what impact you could make on someone’s life; every community has prodigal sons and daughters, so I embraced the opportunity. On the way back, we did stop by Dad’s house, so that he could take care of something before we headed back to campground. I have great memories of our time staying with them on “the farm”. My most prominent memory, is when I stayed in their “cabin”, beside the main house. There was no cell phone service, no internet, and no TV. That is where I spent a lot of quite time, and was introduced to my love of writing; I have been writing ever since. I will have to put a picture of that cabin in the first book that I publish; it was the perfect “hideout”, and the venue that launched my newfound passion.
We headed back to the campsite at Springlake RV Resort; hung out inside for a while, as we opened the door and windows while a nice breeze was passing through. Dad began to share some health challenges that he was experiencing, so we took the opportunity to pray with him, knowing that we serve a God of divine healing. Dad is a retired “Navy Guy”, so we know how resilient he is; health challenges won’t keep him down for long. He is the oldest of all of his siblings, so we were loving to hear stories of family members that we hadn’t seen or been in contact with for many years. Dad can be really comical, so we had a few burst of laughter along the way.
It was starting to get late in the evening; after seeing the road that Dad would be driving on had no street lights, we knew that it was close to the time that Dad would need to be leaving, and bringing our reunion to an end. We had a great time with Dad and were already looking forward to the day when we would see him and the family again. Before he took off, we joined together in a word of prayer. After hugs and kisses, we thanked him for joining with us and he was back in his “ride”, making his way back home. We settled in for the evening and celebrated the fact that we were able to stop in for a short visit.