December 15, 2023
Two years ago, while honeymooning in St. Augustine—the oldest city in the U.S.—we ducked into a tiny gift shop in search of souvenirs.
The first thing that caught our eye was a rotating kiosk filled with personalized pocket knives, each etched with a different name.
As we scanned the display, we spotted one labeled “Chuck”—but strangely, it was filed under the name “Cynthia.”
Wayne and I looked at each other, speechless.
Moments like these remind us Who's truly guiding our steps. I can almost see Him smiling.
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