There was a tingling presence all in the car. You could feel the presence of God all, over our skin. My husband and I looked at each other and puzzled I asked, "How did we get here?" He being the driver said, "I don’t know!" We both were very startled and half asleep. I looked at the clock for some reason and only forty minutes had passed since we had left my Mom’s house.
We pulled into our driveway, stopped and just sat there trying to figure out what had just happened.
We got out of the car finally, still in shock and discussing how neither of us remembered the trip.
Book by: Barbara Nutt-Duffey Hammonds
Prodigal Daughter Book Series
Beats by: King Dvyce
Song - “Flash Flood” by King
