By Becki Baxter God's Brave Women - Becki's Story The speedometer barely hovered above the 5 mile per hour mark as our van crept up the never ending, pot-holed driveway to our neighbor’s farm house. Every inch we covered brought more anxiety and panic in my chest. “So who’s going to do the talking? Me or you?” I ask my husband. Fear burns in me, but since we’re over half way to our destination, there is no turning back now. Even if we wanted to, the slender driveway wouldn’t