Tag: abiding in Christ

Rock

We drive up the mountain. Travel the winding road through saguaro forest. Vegetation changing as we climb toward the upper elevation.

And pine trees.

Cool air.

Rock.

Maps torn at the creases. Unfolded and refolded over the years. Attempts to plot journeys.

Travels over land. Across the sea.

The flat paper world of continents and countries. Oceans and rivers. Cities. Mountains. Plains. Deserts.

Light-weight and world-at-a-glance.

Foldable. Disposable.

Unlike real-life-living in the marks on the map.

On a drive. After rain. Mist and fog still hang in the air. Limiting the view ahead.

But our eyes glance to the sides of the road. And we see. The beauty of timing.

Revealed. All along the way. Shining in the dark. Through woods, green and deep.

Dogwood in bloom.

Dogwood in bloom. Image by Isabella and Louisa Fischer on Unsplash.