My beloved brother commented several times, during the past week, that most of us who call us followers of Christ, would not have signed the “conversion contract” if we really knew what we signed up for… Have your Lord lately put you in situations where wonder, how on earth you ever ended up here?

 

The following is a little story from my trail, on the way home.

 

Waking up under an pick-nick shelter on the beach of Cavendish, in Prince Edwards Island National Park, the first thought coming to my head is: Thank you Beloved, for waking me up for yet another day in Your Kingdom! My quiet prayer was that I may, this day, be used to Glorify YOU and I asked for an adventure where I could actively serve in His Kingdom. Little did I guess where this simple quest would take me, before the day was over!

 

Packing my belongings into my back-pack I noticed that I had been spared the morning shower and was now surrounded by blue skies and golden sunlight. My early morning hike through the dune-lands started with spotting of both a hawk. Added by the soaring eagle right over my head, which makes me wonder if I’ll be the mouse or eagle, in this day’s spirit filled journey… The trail was further enriched by a little wild rabbit and squirrel sharing their breakfast time with me, concluding that some times it is quite pleasant to rise with the sun. 

 

Looking at my map, I try to make up my mind over which direction would be the most convenient to ask for a ride to, in order to head towards the town of Victoria on the opposite side of the island. I never really knew why I wanted to go to Victoria, except that they supposedly had a chocolate factory shop and some nice café’s and galleries, in case the promised rain really would fall. Till this day, Victoria remains undiscovered…

 

Walking straight out from the National park I hit Green Gables road. The second car driving past is a red wagon driving on the opposite side of the road, but she slows down and before I even have time to wonder out loud, if this might be my first adventure of the day? a red-haired and freckled young girl, pulls around in a U-turn and asks where I am heading. Telling this Anne-like figure that I actually don’t know, she invites me in and we go hunting for the local breakfast spot. Soon she had shared her love story and both of us had agreed that company is better then solitary thinking around unsolvable mysteries.

We headed out to explore the world of fiction and reality intertwined, in the birth-place and life of L.M. Montgomery. Childhood dreams and adult memories formed into a new understanding of the importance of stories: telling our stories, listening to others’ stories and sharing life dreams – females giving hearts like little girls.

 

Afternoon turned into evening and unexpectedly I found myself in the drivers seat, leaving behind us the enchanted island of lush green hills, red soil, sand dunes and steep bedrock seafronts of deepest rusty nuances covered with long green grasses. 

 

The deep blue sea still following our path, we drive in to the windy roads and wast forests of Nova Scotia. On a random rest-stop we park in front of the only person both of us have in common – Mr. Levi from the hostel in Charlottetown – 150 km away from our original place of encounter and the word Coincidence just looses it’s meaning…

 

Driving with the crimson sky behind me and a deep salt-water lake on my side, the increasing amounts of Loch’s on the signs of the road and stories of red-bearded men in the air, makes me feel like this was a very good option and home is what I am heading towards. Still, I didn’t ever imagine, waking up, the next morning, in a yellow wooden “villa” of more then 100 years, where the books of an university professor linger in the shelves and the parlor has a open fireplace with old records playing music that the master of the house himself could have created. Little less did I ever consider that my service would consist in dancing with a 5-year-old princess and 33-year-old former tree-planter, the following morning, in the dining-room of this mansion after spending the past evening cooking festive meals together, talking about newly awakened relationships to the creator-God-of-the-universe, drinking good red wine and listening to the adventures and songs of a man born and raised on Cape Breton. Most of all, I never knew I signed a contract that would take me to seeing North Americas oldest and largest fortress: Louisbourg and eating baked beans with molasess, fish burgers and green tomato chow-chow just days before my bus was to leave from Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island. 

 

What’s new in your small print of the day?