On a beautiful Sunday morning in the spring of 1945 my sister (Louella) and I went walking across the fields and pastures not really watching where we were going. We walked and talked, not looking, not caring, or giving thought to where we were for perhaps an hour or better until we came upon the grounds of where we went to school. When we realized where we were, we knew we were in big trouble. We were a long way from home.

 

I was frightened, as was my sister and we knew we would get a beating from a keen hickory switch when we got back home. Lou started crying and I didn’t know how to help her or how we were going to get out of the big mess we were in… A voice spoke to me and said,,,, Go in that Church across the street and someone will take you home. No questions will be asked.

 

At the time it never occurred to me what was happening but before the day ended I knew The Lord had spared my Sister and I from a keen hickory switch.

 

I opened the Church door and silence filled the room. There was dirty little me in cut off overalls and about 30 faces looking over their shoulders to see what was going on. A man got up, came and swept me up in his arms and I began crying. I told the man Please, I have a sister outside and we are in big trouble.

 

The man,, “Mr. Lowe” set me on a bench by his wife, stepped out and got Lou and when the morning service ended He and Mrs. Lowe carried us home.

 

Mr. and Mrs. Lowe talked with my parents for a long time and made arrangements to come and get us on Sunday mornings and this was God’s plan.  From that day forward, Jesus has been the Light of my life.



Edited 1 time by shepherd30125 Nov 5 11 2:32 PM.