I Went On A Very Interesting Road Trip Recently. I Packed Worship/Praise Music But This Is What Holy Spirit Had Me Do For Over 5 Hours. Would You Like To Know?

I was on an 8-hour drive road trip. Instead of playing a certain song in "repeat" mode like I tend to do on road trips. My time with Holy Spirit while driving to a destination. This time I was prompted to pray in tongues for over 5 hours while getting to the first part of my road trip. I heard the song tune of "2nd Opinion" melody playing over and over again inside me but I was singing in tongues the entire time to that music melody portion of the song. I quite enjoyed it. I did not do it to get an interpretation I did it because Holy Spirit wooed me to do this, and I gladly did. No music playing just singing in tongues to the melody I kept hearing play internally. Sometimes it is not always about wanting to know what Holy Spirit singing in tongues through me was all about. I was glad to spend this time on the road with Holy Spirit.

It is good to hear the sights and sounds of home, it truly is. See familiar faces and to go to local Croatian sausage shop to get a few items and a few my mom wanted me to pick up for her. A butcher that truly is happy to see you when you walk in the door and knows your family. My mom said to say hi to him for her. I told him how she is painting now @ 92 years old. He would not take any money for the 2 different sausages she wanted me to get. He said how she still sends him a Christmas card. I joked with him and said she has to paint him 1 of her pictures in thanks. FAMILY ties are important. I then had to go down the street and get a small nut potica for her at a Slovenian sausage shop. They did not have any of the poppyseed potica's left so I couldn't get that for her. Never fear, a Slovenian bakery makes individual type sizes of poppyseed potica but think of it like a breakfast pastry type of size. I purchased some of them for her at a retail outlet that they sell their bakery at. She still would like the actual poppyseed potica so I said I would call the actual bakery to see if I could pick one up.

Then to Little Italy for a few pieces of their unique style pizza @ Presti's. An Italian neighborhood at least as how I remembered it. Oh, Kuhar's another family restaurant in which the owner remembers fondly that my brother, dad, uncle used to go there to get meals to go. That is the style of this restaurant. My daughter treated us to tonight's dinner, their Weiner schnitzel with home fries but not like you would think. Home fries we are used to when we would go to family weddings catered by the Slovenian, Annie Zallar that did the cooking for them. This owner fondly remembers making deliveries at my mother's request to a few places. A family member and a friend that she ordered and paid to have them deliver the food to them when they were ill. Unfortunately, they are no longer alive, but this fine owner delivered food to people in their time of need. My mom couldn't make it and take a meal to them, since she no longer lives in Ohio, so she found a way to get a meal or two to them. These are the type of establishments I like to go to. Another smile on their face when you walk through the door and say something like this, I am Kimberly remember me, Millie's daughter, Jimmy's sister.

Why does one have to drive 8 hours to visit establishments like these? I guess it is family traditions that draw a heart back home. Drove by the house we lived in as children and it, and the neighborhood is so not as well kept up like when we lived there many years ago. I tried to show my daughter where Nana lived growing up, but the roads were all torn up with fixing them and we could not get down the street for me to show her the house. Also drove through Bratenahl where my dad used to live. That is still a beautiful city. Beautiful mansions from the old money type of era. My father had foresight to purchase a new cluster type of gated community home back then. There is the lovely Shoreby Club that sit near Lake Erie. An older mansion made into this lovely club. If I recall correctly, you had to be a member if you lived where he lived. He also had 2 boat slips there also. He really did have a good eye or sense for things being built back then when he was alive.

I shared this before. I was to get along with my husband when we were still married in one of his wills his 2 condos in Downtown Cleveland with underground parking spots too; the place in Bratenahl and the 2 boat slips. When my father saw that I was serious in going through with my divorce he told me point blank that he could no longer leave those things to us in his will because we would no longer be a family. Meaning husband, wife and children if I went through with my divorce. Could you imagine the mess it would have created with my siblings if the will would have reflected that outcome? Do we sell and split the proceeds with siblings or not? See, I did pay a little price for not bowing to my father's wishes and lost material things. That's ok because Jesus truly does take excellent care of me. My kids would say to me if dad and I were still married would we have been able to pay the taxes in Bratenahl and the annual membership fee to the Shoreby Club. I guess I will never know because it never happened.

Are family ties drawing you near, yearning to go back to where you grew up. Some things will be as though they didn't change, while others did change. That's ok because you still have fond memories in your heart right.