The creek spilled from higher falls and tumbled away through the cedar-scented forest. We hiked and admired, acutely aware of God’s handiwork.
Up and up… leaving pavement behind, picking our way along a potholed gravel forestry road until wisdom told us our minivan had met its match.
We turned back before we could find Davis Lake but the attempt was worth the effort. The views were awesome. By the way, that glimpse of lake in the valley below is Stave Lake. Our home is barely five minutes beyond its far side.
Except for a pinpointed name on a map I had no idea where we were going. As I uploaded my photos this morning it occurred to me that our journey was much like some of my novel-writing. I get an intriguing idea, work my way through it and sometimes venture off on a tangent just to see where I’ll end up. There are times when I have to turn back, but in the writing I’ve gained insights that otherwise might never have been revealed.
Just as this summery day brought discoveries to delight the senses, so my writing opens up new worlds to me and brings me joy.
What discoveries have brought you delight in your writing life lately?
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.