A TRUE STORY OF
FINDING GOD'S WILL. . .
I woke up shivering the
morning of Thanksgiving Day 1969. I'd pulled a
canvas tarp over me while laying on a hay bail in
a barn just off the road I was hitchhiking on,
north of Sacramento going north to Oregon.
Freeway 5 was closed for repairs so I found
myself on some country road in the middle of no
where. I couldn't sleep with all those roosters
crowing in my ear so I quietly sneeked back to
the road with my friend Tom. We saw the sun come
up to another clear crisp chilly California sunny
day. The road was completely deserted of cars for
a long time until a black man in a white pick up
finally came by and graciously pulled over to
pick us up. He headed north to the freeway and
let us off at the first off ramp, again in the
middle of no where.
We stood there on the side of the freeway for a
long time watching the sun slowly rise in the sky
and feeling our tongues slowly swell with thirst
and hunger. Why was I doing this?
It must've been noon with the sun high and the
air hot and dry. I thought, "I must be out
of God's will. Nobody has come down this road to
pick us up." I said, "Why don't we test
God to see what His will is. You stand on one
side of the road and I'll stand on the other. The
one who gets the first ride, that's the way we're
suppose to go."
But then my heart smote me. I hadn't come this
far to go back. I knew it was for God that I'd
come this far. How could I be so unresolute? I
wasn't anywhere near dead yet. I sure was in pain
though, physical, mental, emotional, and
Then I said, "Why don't we go over to that
almond grove and see if we can get something to
eat?" Tom agreed. So we jumped the fences
and started going from tree to tree. Not one
almond! I saw another grove on the other side of
the drainage ditch and said, "Let's try over
there." I found one hanging on a tree and
another on the ground, but nothing else. So we
We jumped the fences back to the road and stood
there quiet, thinking, praying. No traffic. I
thought about all the early settlers, our
forefathers who had walked into this land a
hundred years ago. I thought about the early
saints and Israelites who'd persevered though
their wildernesses. Finally it came to me I
shouldn't just be dependent on some driver who
might pass by. If God wants me to go to Oregon I
could walk just like all those who've paved this
road before me. So I said to Tom, "Let's
walk to a better place to hitchhike." I
could see a long way. I didn't see a better place
to hitchhike. But any place was better than here.
So we started walking through what felt like the
Sahara desert. The sun baking down on our skin,
the dry wind, the thirst, and the breeze of the
cars going by. I didn't even turn to the traffic
any more, I just put out my left arm, thumb up.
I was looking down at the gravel and sand I was
walking on just putting one foot in front of the
other. Then I saw a pebble that looked strangely
different than the others and stopped to look at
it. Tom caught up and said, "What are you
looking at?" I bent down and picked up an
almond just laying there along the side of the
We joked and rejoiced and said grace and very
carefully divided it up savoring every morsel.
Then we started stepping down the road again.
Again and again we stopped and stooped to pick up
more almonds until we started putting them in our
Then a white station wagon pulled over in front
of us and we ran up to it. The couple inside
offered us a ride and said to get in the back
seat. When we got in we saw the floor covered
with almonds! They were almond growers who had
just harvested. They said, "Help yourself."
They gave us a ride to a perfect place to
hitchhike. We'd hardly got out of the car before
someone else stopped and gave us a ride all the
way to the front door of the commune we were
going to in central Oregon, 10 miles off the
freeway. We ate Thanksgiving dinner with them and
slept under warm blankets that night.
Just before I woke up the next morning I heard a
voice asking me, "Where were the almonds?"
I said, "Lord, not on the trees, but on the
road." Then was opened to me even further
the scripture in Matthew 6:31 - 33, "... Do
not be anxious then, saying, 'What shall we eat?'
or 'What shall we drink?' or 'With what shall we
clothe ourselves?'. For all these things the
Gentiles eagerly seek; for your heavenly Father
knows that you need all these things. But seek
first His kingdom and His righteousness; and all
these things shall be added to you. Therefore do
not be anxious for tomorrow; for tomorrow will
care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of
its own. ..."
-- Written by Alan Bane --
This inspirational piece is a true story and is
used with permission of the author.
Thank you Alan for sharing with all of us your
personal experience and walk with the Lord.
GOD'S LITTLE ACRE
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