“Doctor, I’ve been on the pill for years and you’re telling me I’m pregnant?” A few weeks later, her doctor recommends Lola to have an abortion because of fetus distress. She says, “No way!”

Lola sees the life of her now-grown daughter, young, healthy, brilliant, and successful, slowly being dissolved by drugs. Her daughter’s living death and the horrors that come along for a free ride to hell are all but consuming Lola, her husband, and their other daughter and her family as well.

One morning, Lola reads an article about a scientific project experimenting with time travel. Secretly, Lola volunteers to travel back in time thirty years, to the day she turned down the abortion. This time she takes the doctor’s advice. Returning, she finds the undoing of her daughter is causing unimaginable consequences and horrors, touching her family and many others. Lola believes the only way out is to go back and undo what she has done. However, it seems that may not be possible. She calls on God to please open the way for her to undo the hell she herself has brought to pass by undoing what God had created.

She cries out, “I must go back for tomorrow.” Lola finds that God’s grace and mercies are more than enough to deal with her daughter’s trials—all the way to victory!

Driving through town she noticed a car behind her.  As she got on the freeway so did the car behind her.  She drove for a while just normal, as she sped up so did the car behind her.  She realized that she was probably being paranoid so she slowed down.  The car behind her started to pass and she sighed in relief.  Just as she started to relax a bit the car slammed into her car and sent her over the embankment.  She rolled and rolled, she thought she was going to die when her car finally stopped.  She hung upside down in her seatbelt.  Dazed and terrified she didn’t know what to do then she smelled gasoline.  She struggled with her seat belt and finally released it falling loose.  She tried to open the driver’s side door but it was stuck.  She crawled over to the passenger side door and it too was stuck.  She noticed the back door window was cracked, she crawled back and kicked the window and it cracked a little more, she kept kicking until finally it fell outside the car.  She started to crawl out of the car then realizing she needed her cell phone, she grabbed her purse and crawled out the back door window and kept crawling to get away from the car. The smell of gas was about to overwhelm her.  She looked around and noticed a stump and some brush so she headed in that direction.  She lost her balance and rolled down the embankment just as the car exploded.
Up on the freeway a number of cars were stopping probably wondering what was going on.  She was afraid the car that had pushed her off the freeway might still be up there.  Terrorized with fear but determined to undo her mess she forced herself to go along the ravine, she thanked God for saving her life and a moonlit night to help find her way.  She came to a dirt road and started to run.  Finally she had to catch her breath, she pulled her cell phone from her purse and dialed Jeffrey’s’ number.  When he answered she said, “I had a car accident but I’ll be there as soon as I can.”  He asked, “Are you okay, are you hurt.”  She answered, “I think I’m okay, I’m sure nothing is broken.  Don’t worry. I’ll be there as soon as I can.  She put her phone back in her purse and wrapped the strap around her neck and shoulder and started running again.  
The more she ran the more light she saw so she knew she was getting close to Kellogg.  Once again she had to catch her breath so she walked for a while before running again.  Finally she could see the first exit into Kellogg.  She had to be really careful from here on she thought. She needed to walk among the houses.  Gloria’s house was just one block down from the first exit.  She couldn’t stay in the ravine any longer because now she was in town and the ravine was widening and she would be seen if she wasn’t careful.  She ran from house to house using the houses as cover.  Finally she could see the local grocery store and realized she was close to the first exit.  
As she came upon the exit, she stopped dead in her tracks as a car was exiting.  She couldn’t be sure but thought maybe it was the same car that ran her off the road because the street light showed the back right side of the car was all dented in. She fell flat to the ground and stayed there until she heard the car drive away.  Then she slowly lifted her head to see which way it was going. Oh No! She thought. It is going toward Gloria’s house. They must have followed me to her house earlier this evening.  The police must have found there isn’t a body in the car and by now they have run my plates and know the car is registered to me.  So of course, the mole in the police department has informed Robert that I didn’t die!
She thought how in the world am I going to get under the overpass without being seen?  She was so discourage and about to cry when she saw a group of people leaving the all night restaurant and bar so she started walking toward the underpass.  She scrambled to her feet and ran with all her might and just barely caught up with them as they went under the overpass.  They had been drinking so they didn’t even notice her walking closely behind them. As they continued down the street Lola cut off to the right and went from house to house again using the houses as cover.  At last she could see Gloria’s house.  She hurried on down the street looking back and forth on both sides of the street checking for the car she saw earlier.  Suddenly she saw the same car coming down the street toward her.  She ducked down behind a car and as the car passed she inched her way behind the car over to the other side as the car went by.  
When the car was out of sight she ran full speed toward Gloria’s house and realized the car had doubled back and was passing by the house again.  Lola waited as the car went by because she couldn’t be seen opening the door.  She looked around for something to hide behind and found nothing but a garbage can.  She ducked behind it and hoped that she would not be seen.  As the car drove by slowly her heart was racing, she was almost sure they might have seen her but the car drove on.  She jumped up and ran up to the steps and tried to shove the key into the doorknob but lost grip of the key and it fell.

Jeanne Amersfoort and her husband were pastors at mission churches in Northern California for twenty-five years. Through those years to the present, Jeanne volunteers much of her time as a family crisis/drug and alcohol counselor. She and her husband, Ernest, make their home in the Silver Valley of northern Idaho.