If you ask me, there is no greater joy than basking in the splendor of God’s creation. For 18 years, I lived in the majestic Blue Ridge Mountains of Abingdon, Virginia, where fragrant honeysuckle bloomed on lush foliage and spring peepers bellowed evening lullabies.
I eventually moved to the opposite side of the state to live with my sister in Chesapeake, Virginia. In the eight years I spent away from home, I was grateful for dear friends and a job where I could serve the Lord. Yet, it seemed…
