Looking Back

I remember when we first arrived in Oregon. We reached the forest as we headed toward the coast. I rolled down my window and as the wind whipped past I could smell the sweetness in the air. The forest set off an aroma that I will never be able to describe, but one I’ll never forget. I miss Oregon. I miss the west coast. Our time spent there was cut short. Through short-sighted and bad policy God led us a different direction. I'll be forever proud of the stance we took. And while my goal is to head back west, I will be enjoying the manna as it comes.