No rush.
Permission granted. To turn off tech.
Leave the non-stop.
Breathe.
No rush.
Permission granted. To turn off tech.
Leave the non-stop.
Breathe.
Naming places. Putting our experiences on the map.
No ordinary map.
But one detailing journey and rest.
Marking a lifetime of walking with the Lord.
In my tropical childhood, I climbed the front-yard tree. Higher. For solitude. Rest. To simply be. Sitting on knobby branches amid green leaves, pink blossoms.