So often we just pass through these places on the Freeway and Highway and always wonder what it would be like to live there? Or who actually does live there. How would they live there? Are they not bored out of their minds? As our journey has taken us to these small towns, some by mistake and some purposely we have found a uniqueness in each one.
As Charles and I went up the switchbacks of RattleSnake Highway and down again only to go back up again it was getting dark. We didn’t make it as far as we wished so we decided to pull over and make our stop for the night. We actually didn’t know this, but the rest of the ride down was probably the most beautiful and safest part of our entire journey.
It entered into a town of 40! Yes 40 people. We passed through there looking for the nearest mom and pop breakfast shop. This was the cutest little town. Many people taking pride in what they own and what they do. They all seemed to be in a state of rest and satisfaction. We ended up at the Red Rooster Café. A lovely little place. We shared what we were doing with our waitress and she immediately started crying. The Spirit must have come upon her. A very precious moment we will cherish. It seems that people everywhere are eager to see America change for the better.
As we finally entered Idaho, we stopped by the home of a team guy friend from Charles’ Navy days. We shared stories, prayed, laughed and seemed to bring the joy of Jesus with us. We again fell in love with their three HUGE dogs and their son. We met their extended family and did church on Sunday.
I (Bre) ran after a woman in the WalMart Parking lot, after seeing her truck. A large picture of her son was placed on the back. Date of Death in war. SO sad. I prayed the Lord would allow me to bump into her naturally, and so it happedened. I was going in for what I needed and there she was. We exchanged stories, and prayed. She was a strong woman. She said she was not a strong mom before she lost her son, but she was now. She runs a non profit in Post Falls Idaho in honor of her son, who left the world in his twenties.
Woman who worked at the dump/gas station. I asked her about her life and specifically about her tattoo wrapped around her neck. She said, all of her tattoos are in honor of her husband who took his life. 12 years together, and three children. It happened three years ago, but to her it still seemed like yesterday… We held hands and prayed. Tears rolled down her face, as we both cried out for inner healing and strength to provide for her children and be strong for them.
We also had phone difficulties with Charles’ phone. It took us to the goVerizon store in Boise. As the guy who was helping us a word of encouragement came to me about his father. Since there were so many people in the room I asked him to come outside with me. When no one could hear, I told him that his whole life he has been seeking to please his father, but to no avail. Shocked he said, “I have never met my father”. So we got to talk about how God in heaven is our Father and the best example of how a father should be. Praise the Lord for trusting us with sensitive items like that. To keep things honorable we didn’t take a picture.
Small encounters in small towns. Seems to be we are here to be intentional to those who need internal peace along our way while we stay or just passing through in our day. As we travel with a heart for America, these encounters are what we are depending on to affect our country in a positive way. These stories are all around us. As we ask questions (and listen), it opens doors and hearts, to those who might just need a hug, healing, or just to know someone cares. There are people out there who won't go get help, we want to find them!
Don’t underestimate taking your time for small talk. Sometimes in that very moment - the one in front of you could have a great encounter, healing.