September 2nd is my wedding anniversary. My husband and I have been married for 21 years now. It is also a bittersweet day, because it was my oldest son's birthday. We had decided to celebrate it by going away together. We were going camping in the mountains, where no one could reach us--off the grid. I had this feeling that God had something special planned for us, but we had little time to plan.
Consequently, everything seemed to be conspiring against us. The more plans we made to get away, the more stressful everything became. We had stress from work, problems with the boys, and I was in tons of pain. It was like we couldn't get away. Finally, everything came together for us to leave, about two hours later than we had planned on Friday night.
We headed north to Denver, because Paul needed to drop some materials by a business. We were supposed to be there before 7, because the business was closing then. We got lost. Traffic was horrible. We made it about 10 minutes before 7, and the business had already closed. So we had to wait for the owner to show up. Finally, we got to eat some dinner after that, and headed west into the mountains.
The place we had planned to go camping was full. It was dark, and we weren't sure where we were going. So we took off in another direction, and to make a long story short, ended up sleeping in the car at the top of a mountain pass--cold, noisy and in pain from my fibromyalgia.
I just wanted to share this special time with you. I know that sometimes God just does things for us because He loves us. That is what this was, a peek into the Father's heart for his children.