I thought I must be dreaming there was a knock at the door. But I knew it was no dream when my wife and I pulled into our home a young, chattering slave woman holding a small baby. My wife quickly helped her to change into dry clothes our eldest daughter brought from the supply we keep. I stirred up the fire, and as soon as she joined us, could not contain my curiosity.
"How did you ever make it here?" I asked in amazement.
Her shivering somewhat subsided, she replied, "The grace of God. And a man—a strange ugly-faced one—showed me the way to your house."
Copyright 2011 Perry Elisabeth