In the last week I’ve traveled across the country from east to west on a train. I went to places I’ve never been, saw sights I’ve never seen. After 1800 miles on a rental car driving around the Pacific Northwest I settled into a camp site for the night. I’ve been proud of my travel planning, efficiency at camping, and lack of worry that I have been suffering with.
Since March, when my 2nd marriage ended I’ve been carrying an 24 hour coin and my 12 year coin in my right pocket. Every day.
As I got into my sleeping bag I was emptying the pockets of my hiking shorts that I’ve been wearing for days. I heard the coins fall out. I put my EDC knife and the other contents of my pockets in my hat. I looked for my coins. Nothing. Emptied my tent two times. Nothing. Anxiety building. How will I get new coins?!? They will not be the ones I’ve been carrying…
Dress and head towards restroom to see if they fell out when I changed and cleaned up. Flipped my tent.
Reach into my pocket for my flashlight and there’s my 24 hour coin. Partial relief. Clip my 24 hour in my wallet.
Sleep. It’s just a coin.
Up at 4, break down camp and load up. Shake tent out. No 12 y. It’s gone. Just a coin. Travel 150 miles. Stop for breakfast. Reach into my pocket and there’s my 12 year coin. It was not there earlier.
A reminder of faith and letting go of worry and brainstorm.
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Really liked your story and the reminder that a little faith goes a long way!
Love the fact you had such a great trip too. The Pacific Northwest is beautiful!
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Wow, incredible story! Made me smile
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Congrats Matt!
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Thank you. The pacific NW is absolutely beautiful. I’ll be back!
Thank you. I was nervous writing that
Thanks