
11/09/2025
Divine Appointments
Tough tale to tell.
Not about me.
Sweet lady sent me a private message here on Facebook yesterday. Several actually.
They began with a word of thanks for the time our paths crossed on the Appalachian Trail. Not saying where.
In the past year or two. Not saying when.
Posted happy pictures of her and her happy husband. Not posting them again.
Originally shared my many positive impressions of each of them, and both of them together. Not sharing them again.
She simply wanted to say thanks for the memories, Tootsie Pops and laughs.
I responded with a hopeful blessing on her already wonderful marriage to a wonderful gentleman.
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Her response?
He passed away. Not saying where, when or how.
The memories of their hike on the A.T. and their adventures before and after our Divine Appointment are treasures now -- even more than before.
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I ask God for Divine Appointments.
I ask God to use me for His glory.
Then, I show up in various forests with water, whistles, tick removers, tent stakes and Tootsie Pops to give away.
Afterwards, I ask folks to pose with Max Forester. Mostly to post on this page. With hundreds of shots of other hikers. Never thinking that they might become precious memories.
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Used to love to watch Doc Johnson perform his Mountain Music & Medicine Shows in Dahlonega ... beginning 25 years ago?
He kindly allowed me to introduce myself. We chatted. He posed for pix. Happily. Over and over.
Saw him a few years ago in Jefferson, GA, where he performed in character, and added several dandy bluegrass bands to the act -- recorded for radio.
Greeted him. Took his picture. Asked if he ever saw the shots from his last show in Dahlonega. He didn't think so.
Opened up the folder and showed him a portrait of him and his perennial partner. Doc almost wept.
Turns out, that gentleman passed away shortly after the photo was taken. That moment captured in time quickly became a memento that he probably still treasures.
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Should this be about being willing to take pictures?
Should this be about being willing to pose for pictures?
Nope
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This is about a family I met for less than 30 minutes in the woods. Sharing snacks & treats together.
Listening. Absorbing their togetherness.
That, we didn't know, will never happen again.
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Life is hard.
Relationships are hard.
Losing a loved one is very hard.
Please pray for this grieving widow.
No doubt, she has a thousand happy memories of her beloved husband and partner.
I'm thankful for that.
I'm thankful that she shared him with me.
She'll be on her own Trail of Tears for years.
My heart is breaking for her, and the loss his loved ones must feel ...
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My request?
Listen to people.
When you meet someone grieving ... listen more.
Pray for their healing ... and for abundant compassion for yourself, to help them heal.
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As a Christian, I believe my many sins are forgiven because of the sacrifice of Jesus Christ -- who died to pay the penalty for my sins.
That's the hope that I can offer you: His hope of heaven.
Because you never know which photograph will be your last.
😔❤️❤️🙏🙏