This was certainly not the planned Trans-pecos journey, but it was a journey nonetheless.
Wisps of clouds colored the morning sky this day. Seems like a good day to fly.
A week ago I was arriving. Only hours later the detours began. Wrenching detours. Grace detours. And in-between detours.
Left behind sights at the airport.
I'd like to think I'm leaving much sorrow behind. Yet I know remnants of both sorrow and grace will forever dwell within me.
Another sight. This one of hope. This avocado was harvested a couple of days ago. A pit planted years ago grew to be a tree. It survived the flood 6 months ago, and produced one robust avocado!
Provision.
Traveling mercies.
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