Well my life couldn’t get more bizarre.

A rolling rack and about 77 pieces of clothing have become my best friends.

A steamer is my worst enemy.

And this story that the Lord is writing is blowing me away.

Swoon-me states, adorable people, winding solo trips through this country’s gorgeous back roads and interstates, time to wrestle and to think, time to be alone and figure it out.

The French Quarter. Louisiana Bayous. The Alamo. Food trucks in Austin. The Houston heat. Sailboats in Dallas. Windmills & cornfields of Illinois. Chicago city blocks. New York, New York. Arkansas hills. Oklahoma wind. Colorado in all of it’s splendor.

And it’s just beginning. I’m finding that this adventure, this end of my rope that I’ve found, is teaching me that I can float. 

And I’m not forgotten. Because when I found myself alone in an abandoned gas station parking lot in Lonoke, Arkansas with a flat tire and AAA an estimated 55 minutes away - I open my glovebox to discover a hidden bag of Skittles. A reminder of the promise He made a while back as I drove from Tennessee back to Georgia last Spring:

“I’ve got you baby girl.” 

He is life’s adventure - and one heck of an amazing travel buddy. 

xx