At the age of 22, I drove down this road for the first time...... and my life was forever changed. I was living in NC and had just finished my Associate in Arts degree, was waiting tables, and was surrounded by a lot of old, nagging ghosts. I was restless and didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. Some old friends from KY had convinced me to rent a place on Kentucky Lake with them for the summer and I had already lined up another waitressing job there.
One afternoon, while packing my belongings, I took a break and started glancing through one of my parent's magazines. This in itself was odd, because it was a conservative Christian political magazine....something that I had absolutely no interest in at the time. While browsing through the classified adds (something else I NEVER did...) a "Help Wanted" add caught my eye......... and the rest is history.
I never went to Kentucky. Within 2 months, my car was packed with all my earthly belongings... basically clothes, my guitar, a djembe drum, and some various sentimentalities...and I was headed north on Interstate 81 to what would become one of the most challenging, yet earth-moving experiences in my life. A little, lost, NAIVE country girl that grew up with a most idyllic childhood entered into an unknown world of broken promises, broken souls, abuse, and anger..... but also into a place of miracles and healing......a setting that was familiar, but amidst lives and backgrounds that were not.
The road led here........
(sidenote: apparently the link hasn't been consistently working... their webserver host is down. so if you can't get it to work, please do come back and check it out later, and read the "stories". I'll leave the post up for another day.......)