Divine Revelations, Angels, And Holy Coincidences
In 1982-86, my husband and I lived in the Shenandoah Valley near Harrisonburg, Virginia. One fall day, I spontaneously decided to use my time off from work to make applesauce, so I headed out of town to the apple orchards in the countryside, driving our little VW camper van. I was headed west in the left lane of a one-way street, coming up on an out-of-state vehicle in the right lane. When my front wheels were about even with their rear wheels, they started to turn right across my lane into a business on the left side of the street -- right in my path.