A God Nod

On my chemo training day, I was a bit beside myself. Overwhelmed. Teary.

The day prior I had made a comment to my neighbor, Mike, that I felt I needed to go to Stony Lake for a few hours. Stony Lake is a camp that has a lot of meaning to me and likely, some of you reading this post. The next day, I get a text from the executive director of the camp, C.J. Clark, asking me what my father’s name is. I responded, “Dale.”

Turns out he found a Bible of my dad’s in the maintenance shed. Now understand, if it had been found at Pleasant Hill or Michi-lu-ca (both camps are now closed) it would have been plausible. I mean dad has been to Stony. He helped build a cabin and a floating dock. But Stony was my place, not a family place. And here in the maintenance shed (and if you know dad that part makes a lot of sense) was his old King James Bible given to him at his High School graduation.

It truly felt like it was a God nod. God saying, “I got you.” With a hit of support from the ancestors.

The scripture my ancestors reference:

Psalm 119: 105

Your word is a lamp to my feet
    and a light to my path.

Philippians 1: 21

For to me, living is Christ and dying is gain.

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