The cliff was high and blanketed in wildflowers. My ears had popped repeatedly as we drove up the coastal highway to get to this piece of land jutting out over the Pacific Ocean. Now I stood at the edge and watched the surf pound the rocky shore below with an upward salty spray. Toes at…
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The Mountains Cry Out Because I Do Not.
I was on the longest solo road trip of my 35 years. I’d spent roughly seven hours driving when the first glimpse of the Smoky Mountains appeared. I was almost giddy, to be honest. I kept up a running commentary with each sharp curve and steep grade, equally excited to be driving through the mountains…
Ordinary Grace
Concern sat in the passenger seat next to me on Tuesday, kept me company while the miles spun out in front of us with the familiarity that comes on a road well traveled. I’ve made this round trip three times in the past month. Concern is always a willing traveling companion. The last several weeks…