I truly have a room with a view. Deer, pine trees, my garden. Not everyone gets to wake up in the country. On a country road.
Some mornings it’s me, God and the cows. On the road. Sometimes we have quiet moments when I just listen for His voice. Sometimes I hear…silence. Sometimes He speaks to me by revealing Himself in nature.
Then, other times, I reveal my nature… the one He already knows. I scream. I cry. I laugh. I run. Figuratively. Literally. I run. On the road. The County Road. The Road to Recovery.
On The Road.