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I spent a good part of my growing up on the backside of Green Mt. My days were filled with swimming in the lake, fishing or hiking. One day I took my dog “frosty” out to do a little exploration in the woods.

I figured that if I kept to the logging roads, I’d be just fine. There were hundreds of them, meandering their way through the forest. One Saturday, I’d been walking for hours when I came upon an ancient apple tree and an old log cabin, already fallen to the ground in a heap.

After stuffing my gut full of tiny green apples, I took off to do some more exploring. That’s when I noticed that it was getting dark. I turned around and started to run, determined not to be late for dinner.

Somehow, the twists and turns seemed different in the fading light. It didn’t take too long before I realized that I was lost. I let Frosty pull me along, hoping he knew where he was going. In doing so, I became even more lost.

We never went to church and I didn’t know a thing about God other than repeating the night time prayers my Mom taught us when we were little. I didn’t know how to pray anything else, but I was desperate and I needed God’s help.

“Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep...God, help me. I’m lost!” I sobbed.

Before I could count to ten, a fox leapt from the brush and started running up the logging road. Frosty just about pulled my arm out of socket as he took after the fox. I figured that he’d jump back into the brush, but instead he just kept to the logging road at a slow, steady pace.

We followed him up one road and then another for the better part of half a mile. Then as suddenly as he appeared, the fox vanished into the brush. That’s when I noticed the old log cabin. I knew where I was!

I don’t know if it was an Angel in the form of a fox, or a fox on a mission from God. One thing I’ve never doubted is that God answered my prayer.

Praise God!

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