Wild grass forms humbly around my boots; refined air soothing my throat as I slowly breathe it in; a wave of trees building momentum in front of me; and the canvas of a captivating life swarming all around. The trail is thin, tucking me in as a part of it’s culture- and next to me is the body whom created it all.
Two years ago I glanced over and found Jesus carrying
me across a path- a path of blindness and callowness; prisoner of a guilty mind that saw no light, and engineered a face of innocence.
Two years ago I went for a walk and found myself talking to my best friend, my savior, redeemer- and that journey has lasted every minute of every day since.
I invite you to put on your hiking boots, step outside, and join the journey I continue to trace while figuring out what it means to follow our Lord.
if anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me