Lately, not knowing when we were going home or whatever comes next. I've felt like we're traveling in a boat, sails unfurled, full-steam ahead toward the end of the world. It feels like God is pushing land and water underneath at the last possible second, for which we're thankful.So it seemed fitting to hike across Land's End this weekend. The farthest point west in San Francisco and our little corner of the world.
No comments:
Post a Comment