I am trying hard to get back on schedule and back on track. Returning to Tennessee, I see the emptiness that our Bible belt of the south offers. We are surrounded by 'Christians', but going to church is all there is to our southern version of Christianity, at least to most people.
Colorado still looms in my mind. Somehow, I feel drawn to those mountains. As I walked the streets of Crested Butte, I had a strong sense of belonging. I felt a relationship with the people of that town, like they were kindred spirits. Maybe, just maybe someday God will call me there. I pray He will.
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