The road we take to get to the camp has a name and a route number. We've always referred to it by the route number. We borrowed my grandparents GPS for the trip this year and when it said "Take a left onto Hope Road" I looked at Matt.... "Is this really called Hope Road??" and then we saw the sign tucked in the trees on the side of the road.
I couldn't believe we had never noticed it. I guess I knew the next town over was called Hope. Last year Matt went to a church called Hope Community. But I never made the connection that this little piece of heaven on earth was on the road to Hope.
Then as we were entering the cottage one afternoon, I decided to stop and read the notice posted by the door. It has hung there every year, it's in the background of the photo I have of me proudly cradling my Rachel belly in August 2010. But I never read it until this year. I can't say I was totally surprised to see all the 43's (box #, Zip code & phone #), but the timing of it was a blessing.
God knew I needed to feel her there with us - and once again He provided for my heart. He never lets me down. He is in the details - even down to when I notice them.