There comes a time when you hear the call. Far away yet close inside and deep within yourself. As the days begin to shorten and the cooler nights draw nigh I feel the and hear the calling. The unknown of the open road, the seclusion of hidden streams, roads that see only a few faces each day. This is where I feel a solitude of sorts. This is where I get away from it all and see the beauty that God has laid before me, mile after mile. I am home
Updates may be a little sparse than normal as I am on the road. I will post a few pics over my photoblog
www.wayfarersjourney.com
There comes a time when you hear the call. Far away yet close inside and deep within yourself. As the days begin to shorten and the cooler nights draw nigh I feel the and hear the calling. The unknown of the open road, the seclusion of hidden streams, roads that see only a few faces each day. This is where I feel a solitude of sorts. This is where I get away from it all and see the beauty that God has laid before me, mile after mile. I am home
Updates may be a little sparse than normal as I am on the road. I will post a few pics over my photoblog www.wayfarersjourney.com
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