If you’ve ever driven Highway 2 through Washington State—on your way to Leavenworth, Stevens Pass, or wherever life’s taking you—you may have seen it.
A tiny white chapel, barely big enough for eight souls, stands quietly by the road just west of Sultan. The sign out front says: “Pause. Rest. Worship.” There’s nothing flashy about it. No minister. No posted hours. Just a promise of shelter, whether you’re weary, lost, or just craving a moment of stillness.
I’ve passed that chapel more times than I can count. Sometimes at dawn. Sometimes in the rain. And every time, I’ve thought the same thing: That little place deserves a story.
Well—here it is.
Pause. Rest. Worship. is about a couple named Ella and Bobbie, headed west to a new life in Seattle. They’ve just spent a night in Leavenworth (and in each other), and the westward drive down Highway 2 gets hotter by the mile. Fantasies bubble up. Teasing gets bolder. And when they pass that little chapel, Ella pulls off the road—because her girl is feelin’ mighty spiritual.
What happens next? Tongues. Hallelujahs. And one very thick holy spirit.
This story is playful, dirty, and a little tender. And if you’ve ever wondered what kind of worship two horny hillbillies might get up to in a chapel with no congregation—well, now you know.
Hope y’all enjoy the ride.
—Eric
P.S. I shared the story with my wife last night. She'll never be able to pass that chapel again without wondering what goes on inside...