One day in the summer of 2002, my husband was in the frontyard checking for the mail when a lady pulled into our driveway. “What does she want?” he wondered.
Exactly one month previous, she explained, she had passed our house on a rainy day and seen a gigantic image of Our Lady of Guadalupe tucked in between our two large fir trees.
What was Our Lady trying to tell her? — Evann Duplantier