Gayle and I had the weekend over in Palm Beach County. We got to spend some time at the PGA National Resort. It was a pretty sweet place. Check out the pictures. We checked out of the hotel Saturday Morning. Because I had been there for work and Gayle had joined me later in the week, we had two cars. Gayle’s cell phone battery had died the day before so when we left Saturday in seperate vehicles we had no means of communication. She was to follow me, since I knew my way around pretty well and she is directionally challenged as well as not knowing the area. Before we got in our cars I had said I intended to take her on a scenic route and we had discussed earlier we might have lunch at a place called Duffy’s in downtown Stuart, a little town about 30 miles north. I vowed I’d be careful not to lose her and we were off. As we left the hotel driveway we came to a red light on PGA Blvd, which is about a six lane wide busy street. I made sure there was room for both of us to turn right on red and took off. I looked in my mirror and no Gayle. I slowed down and didn’t see her so I pulled off and a whole bunch of traffic came but still no Gayle. So, I did a U turn and zipped back and she wasn’t at the light any more either. I kind of panicked wondering what could have happened to her and I imagined her freaking out being some what afraid of being lost in a strange place. I raced back down PGA Blvd. toward route 1 but never saw her, I drove back almost to the hotel to see if she was along the road somewhere but never saw her. I prayed "Lord you are our only means of communication, I know we will both be talking to you, so what do I do?" I sensed a clear prompting to "get on the turnpike and go to Duffy’s in Stuart." I chaffed a little bit for a couple reasons. One, what if she is broke down and pulled into a gas station somewhere? Two, what if Gayle doesn’t think of Duffy’s and if she does she will never find Duffy’s! I got on the turnpike and headed north. I thought if she is in some kind of predicament with her car I’m just driving further and further away from her. When I got off the turnpike I began to think about how long to wait at Duffy’s and what to do next if she wasn’t there. I got stuck in a bunch of traffic and finally got to downtown and found a parking spot about a block away. I’m walking toward Duffy’s and crossing Osceola Street to enter the restaurant. They have outdoor dining and I’m scanning the patio looking for Gayle but she is not there. I look to make sure no cars are coming as I cross the street and the very first car just arriving at exactly the same time as me is Gayle! I felt like squeezing the stuffins out of her, she was a sight for sore eyes! I jumped in the car and led her to a parking spot right next to my car and found out what happened. She said, she thought the corner at PGA said no turn on red and as soon as I had turned a police car went by so she waited. That was it, apparently when I made the U turn to check on her she went by and I missed her. She said she felt for sure she would see me parked along the road waiting for her but never did. She prayed! She said, "Lord, I don’t know where it is but I remember talking about maybe going to Duffy’s for lunch, help Scott remember that and to go there." She didn’t know where it was and couldn’t get it in her GPS. She headed north on route 1 and when she hit Stuart she stopped at a gas station. She asked some guy if he knew where Duffy’s was (there are two of them in Stuart!!) he said no, but apparently a local he asked another guy. The guy said, Gayle could follow him, he was going that way and he led her to the restaurant. The amazing thing to us both is we arrived at exactly the same time though I spent at least 20 minutes looking for her and she went an entirely different route. I got caught in traffic jams and she stopped for directions. We both believed the Lord was our GPS and got us at the same destination at exactly the same time! What an adventure!!