Dogwoods brilliantly dot the wondrous landscape of rural Alabama and Georgia. Home. The very tops of the hardwood trees are invisible in the winter time. I fly so close that I feel that I might brushed up against a few. Their gray tips just blend in with the surroundings. A lone tree limb hangs over the edge viewing the wild beneath its shadow. My prop wash certainly makes them sway as if a strong wind had pushed itself through the Venturi effect of the winding tree line.
God’s protection allows me to once again travel through corridors of glory unscathed by the wild that is moments away. I want to reach out and touch the splendor, but I'll have to wait until on the other side. My radical heart is rewarded for being thankful. This
God’s protection allows me to once again travel through corridors of glory unscathed by the wild that is moments away. I want to reach out and touch the splendor, but I'll have to wait until on the other side. My radical heart is rewarded for being thankful. This