Chapter 62

     We moved back to Springfield after the Osage debacle.  Her dad had done to us the same thing Shirley had done years earlier and we were trying to catch our balance as to where and what to do next.  We were low on cash, so I took a local delivery job where I made ok money.  Still, we were waiting on the Lord to figure the next step.

     One morning when I woke up, the Holy Spirit asked me to go to Bozeman but didn’t tell me what for.  Lori and I decided it would be a good idea to follow his direction.  I drove all the way by myself and stayed with a friend of mine.

     The next morning, I woke up and Holy Spirit instructed me to go see a man who had a direct sales group that his wife had built (who had recently passed away) and make him an offer to buy it.  I called another guy who knew him, and he set up a meeting.  Others had tried to purchase the group before but were not very nice about it, almost trying to bully him into selling it.  The Lord had told me the terms to offer, which I presented, and he accepted.

     Lori and I were required to drop out of our group and wait six months to take ownership of the new group.  It was a much larger group and it really set us up with an abundant long-term income.  We decided to move back to Bozeman to wait out the six months.

     Upon starting to work the new group, I was introduced to John and Cheri who joined our new group.  John was the person I had met 12 years before whom the Lord had told me I would do “business with this man”. 

     John and I traveled on occasion building our business reaching outside the Bozeman market.  We were wanting to expand into the Canadian market as soon as it was opened up.  When it did, we headed up to Canada to help friends of mine to start their group. 

     Not long after crossing the Canadian border, we stopped at a tourist attraction.  It had been the location of a ferry that had operated there in times past.  The family that operated the ferry had built a homestead near the banks of the river.  As they grew, they built a new house a bit bigger than the first right beside them so that there were three houses in a row overlooking the river. 

     John, Cheri and I were looking at the houses when the Holy Spirit directed me to go a certain direction as he had something he wanted me to see.  I informed them I was headed out to see what it was the Lord wanted me to see, and they followed.

     We took off through the brush as there was no path.  We went for a bit and came across a huge flat boat lying in the woods seemingly abandoned.  Upon examination, we discovered it was the ferry that the man used to operate.  A bit of history for sure.

     The trip went well but I’ll never forget how the Lord, knowing my interest in the historical and a passion for antiques, gave us an extra blessing by directing us to be able to see the ferry. 

     John and I traveled to the mid-west targeting the Kansas City market and decided to make a stop at Fort Scott, Kansas where I lived second through fourth grade.  My parents owned the Western Auto store then. I had only been back there a few times since I moved, and I heard they had finished rebuilding the old fort.

     John and I browsed around the old fort.  I went into a two-story building and went upstairs first off.  There was the room with the fireplace just like the dream I had just before moving from Fort Scott.

     John was downstairs and I yelled at him asking what building this was.  He replied that it was the old hospital.  I remembered that the old hospital was one story and went downstairs to check the plaque describing the history of the building.

     Evidently after the civil war, the upper story had been torn down and it was a one-story building for years.  During the restoration though, they had rebuilt the upper story.

     This explained my dream being in the upper story of the hospital, fireplace and all.