As I was walking tonight, I was reminded of this story my dad (and maybe my grandmother) use to tell me. I took some creative liberties to fill in some holes. This story makes me wonder how often in life, we change our paths out of fear, take a few turns, and then no longer recognize the world around us.
I heard the whispers in the wind. Drawn to the familiar sound, I was certain it would lead me to a place where I belong. I followed the melodic tune down a meandering path. I traveled so far that I found myself lost and alone in the forest. When I could no longer see clearly,... Continue Reading →
But one day, as I was walking, a thick fog began to envelop me. I could no longer see the beauty in the distance. I could barely see my hands in front of my face. And that voice, the one that I had grown so familiar with? It became harder to hear through the thickness of the fog.
Beauty in the Brokenness 