Friendship Touches

“Are you going through French Camp,” asked my friend Johanna. “I have never heard of it, but if I see it, I will stop for you.” Sure enough, it wasn’t hard to fulfill that promise because French Camp sits right on the Trace. It is an old town containing churches, picturesque buildings, and a Christian school. Because it was Sunday, nothing was open….how refreshing. The sunshine, the fall colors, and the sense of history made this stop a moment to reflect….and also thank the Lord for my friend, Johanna.