“I keep picturing a cave,” BJ mused.
“What about Little Dume in Paradise Cove?” I said without thinking about it, as the memory of the clear image of this place I’d had in the car on the way to BJ’s, came to mind again.
“Let’s try it, there’s no time to waste,” BJ responded.
I felt myself draw in a short gasp, thinking that the urgency may not be needed, but how could I possibly know? And why was BJ following my suggestion so quickly? But the suggestion hadn’t been mine, I just knew, as it had been a vision, like a movie reel, and something so much clearer than the depictions in my mind normally, that I just felt must’ve come from God as help.
For some reason, everyone else seemed to be in quick agreement too. And as we turned and headed in the opposite direction, a song started playin
