God Cares About The One

I was supposed to be on my vacation last Thurs-Sunday. My first visit was to Biltmore Estate in North Carolina. After an 1 1/2 hours into my vacation, I felt I needed to not be there in NC and that I needed to go home. I thought the feeling to go home the NEXT day was for other reasons. 

I hadn't been in North Carolina more than a few hours before I booked the soonest flight back to Utah that Friday morning (a $400 cost to change my plane ticket! Ouch!). It wasn't until I got this email today that I understood why I felt to strongly to leave my vacation so prematurely. I'm amazed this man was able to find me. Then again, God cares about the one.