Have you ever gotten lost in Amish Country? I have. Several times, as a matter of fact. Every time I head north to Holmes County I start looking at signs a little less and the scenery a little more. I start looking at goats and cows and those big horses that look like Clydesdales but aren’t. I look for brightly colored clothes hanging on the line and barefoot children playing in fields. And next thing you know? I have no idea where I am!
One time I was so enchanted with the haystacks in Charm that I ended up at the end of a dead-end street, right in front of a family’s farm. As I was staring at my Garmin (which had no idea where I was) and my cell phone (which had no reception) one of the men who lived there came walking out. I got out of my car to meet him.
“Lost?” he asked.
“Yep. I don’t know what happened,” I said. Too embarrassed to let him know that I was admiring his haystacks.
“Don’t worry, none,” he replied with an amused smile. “It happens all the time. Just go back the way you came.”
I actually did turn around and did get back on track in no time. Fifteen minutes later, I was speeding down the highway toward the city. I will admit, however, that I wasn’t that much happier being back on track. I think my heart needs to get lost in Amish country every once in a while.
Perhaps you, too, feel that way sometimes?