Faith is the reality of what is hoped for, proof of what is not seen.
And what is not seen by mere human eyes
is known by God.
Last week, just two weeks after mom died, a “friend’s” actions through me into a tailspin. That tailspin that killed Goose (Top Gun) Remember that scene? Yeah. All kinds of bad.
My mental reserves were tapped dry.
Recovering, or trying to recover myself, was in vain and I ran away from home.
Drove away from home.
Packed a bag.
Had to get away. Somewhere. Anywhere.
I drove to a remote McDonalds location to sit in the parking lot. To steal their WiFi.
To find an Abbey. Some Franciscan retreat with Monks and quiet. Stillness. Solitude. Prayer. Respite.
None could accommodate on such short notice.
A long-time, dependable, real friend works for an airline.
Texted her: Can we please fly away somewhere. Anywhere? I need to go.
Drove to a coffee place with WiFi, chatted with a real friend. Had a deep, painful spiritual talk and heard without doubt God telling me to “Go back to your friend. Put up with her abuse.”
Like I wanted to hear that.
Obedience is better than sacrifice.
Hit a baby deer.
Cried until my eyes hurt. My heart came out.
Before I left, a local artist–one of my favorite’s–asked for photo inspiration from his fans. Barns, farm scenes, midwest flair. My favorite kind of photos.
I set out with my camera, my son, and faith.
Also found The Shrine of Our Lady of Guadalupe.
Set out on a pilgrimage. Walked the meditation trail.
Got exactly what I was looking for.