“Where do you go from here?”

(where you’ll find me until we figure it out)

To the beach in winter. Bundled in puffy jackets and beanies as we walk the endless shore. Inhaling salty air and hope.

To church. With my hands raised high and notes scribbled in the margins of The Book that begs to be opened. Reclaiming my faith.

To the backyard at dusk. Twinkle lights aglow above garden beds, stuffed to the brim with cauliflower and kale. Enjoying everyday delights.

To the nursery. For fruit trees to plant and remember our four littlest loves. Honoring babies we never met.

To lunch with my girlfriends. Shoveling salads into our laughing mouths. Filling my half-empty cup.

To the couch. Snuggled under fleece and dreams. Reading stories that ignite life in my dry bones.

To the trail mid-day. Sunshine beaming and cirrus clouds painting the crisp, clear sky. Moving my body and beliefs.

To the tub. Milk bath and oils, eucalyptus and lavender seeping into my skin. Swirling old aches down the drain.

To the page. Words and verses, hints of a story yearning to be told. Collecting chapters along the way.

To whatever is next. With eyes wiped dry, hands and heart open. Anticipating fresh hope and new heights.

To wherever God wants me to go.