Walking toward Longfellow’s Wayside Inn in Sudbury, Massachusetts in the spring of 1963, I suddenly knew that some day we’d live here in the Boston area—where the battle for freedom, the right to rule ourselves, had been fought and won.
I’d just disembarked from our sightseeing bus, loaded with chattering young women, when I sensed this inner knowing. We were strolling by the blossoming magnolia trees and stone-wall fences into the historic New England landmark for a fabulous lunch of Boston scrod when I became aware of it.
Our engineer husbands were interviewing with a high-tech firm, while the wives toured the historic Freedom Trail, following the midnight ride of Paul Revere from the wharves of Boston out to Concord. I don’t know how I knew it, I just felt it somewhere deep inside me.
My husband turned down the job offer, and we chose to move to Milwaukee. Yet, this knowing never left. Now, nine years later, we were on our way to New England. Because of the engineering recession in 1972, my husband’s firm closed its doors in San Diego and offered him a position in the Boston area.
We had arrived by a long, circuitous route—from Milwaukee, to Lafayette, then Indianapolis, across the country to San Diego, and now to our new home in Southboro, Massachusetts. I never could have figured it out before. As we drove across America, I pondered this knowing. How could I have known this? Where did this come from? Could it be God? Is this one way he speaks to people?
The spirit of man is the lamp of the Lord (Proverbs 20:27).
Question: Think back, have you ever experienced something similar in your life? Can you tell us about it?