28 days of phrase

Lake Arrowhead, Ca

I went to the mountains, when all reason said "stay home."  Guilt followed me 6000 feet in the air.  I travel all the time, she's always home.  Gulit and weight... But I had to go.   I had to go where the air is thin.   Where I could see clearly for miles.  So I leaned in, like one leans into any turn where the motion just takes you.   I said a prayer for the little ones and envisioned them being held by angels.   I took the winding road, on the highway called the rim of the world, up the back spine of San Bernardino.   So, I'm here, in the quiet purr of nature to read Lewis Hyde and study the psalms, and to pray my frickin brains out for Jesus to put his hands in wounds.  I want You like a cup of coffee and I want a refill for afternoon tea and for happy hour.   I want you to be with my friends who have lost so much and I want your hands to provide for the yearnings of pure hearted pilgrims that scrape the earth.