Trails are where God captured me and continues to speak to me almost every day. He's used to hearing me, over and over. Through His patience, He knew it was time for me to listen. How could a prophet hear a whisper in a storm? How could a dream tell a man to move his family? I understand. I've seen the miraculous and that's not hyperbole. The praise goes to God. The instrument of His favor has simply been a path through the forest. Thank you Father for the journey.
