I wanted to see what I could see, and soak in the best of Indiana weather.
There was life-thrumming, mariachi-hopping, soul-spinning hope and beauty everywhere.
Flowers wild and full-leafing trees, the muddy stream running smack through the grime of the city. The loveliest pictures of hope came from the last places you'd think to look.
Isn't that just like life?
That's a question I keep asking lately. (It's a ridiculous comparison, but I sure do amuse myself.)
In related news, I've added Central Park to my bucket list.
I'm light and air and busted-up city blocks.
I thought I wanted a quiet life, down a country lane. I thought I wanted solitude and security.
I thought I wanted peace. And I do.
But the road to peace isn't as soldier-straight as I used to think.
Here, I fail.
Over and over.
I keep finding my story in the scream and surprise of the city.
You can read all about it in August 2016, when I publish the first of two books with Thomas Nelson.
(No, really, What????!)
In the meantime, send prayers, salsa, and a new pair of kicks.
I've got miles to go, and you guys are the best cheerleaders a girl could ask for.