After my mother’s passing in 2017, I was at a loss for what to do next, so I turtled in and kept schlogging through life—my brokenness trailing behind me. I didn’t want to look back…didn’t want to follow the bits and pieces to my wit’s end.

It’s been an arduous, bittersweet quest, but now it’s time—time to share the miraculous views, the delight found in detours, and the roadside revelations that have taught me to hope and to laugh victoriously.

The journey’s not done yet, so I’ll keep walking, because you never know what grace might be waiting just around the corner.