Love's lesson on an RV trip

Can you picture an adventurous grandmother sitting by the side of the road next to her brokendown motor home? That was the picture I feared as I contemplated traveling to another state to attend a camping festival. My husband and I had loved going to these festivals for many years in our 24-foot comfortable motor home. He had recently passed away, but our vintage RV, “Jambo,” still served the rest of the family for camping weekends.

For the upcoming festival, none of the family could take a week off to go with me. There was a convoy from a local organization going to the festival, and I could count on a passenger to ride in the seat next to me, but I thought I would be the only one experienced enough to drive the heavy rig for 200 miles.

I prayed for guidance to help make a decision whether or not to take the trip. As I’d learned from Christian Science, I knew that I could never travel out of divine Love’s, God’s, sight. But I still feared a mechanical breakdown and wondered if I had the stamina to drive the distance. There would be some dirt roads and steep hills into the festival site. But the joy of being there still beckoned. It was always uplifting to enjoy the forest surroundings, music events, and fellowship.

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