Crisp air floated around me as wisps of deep-green grass bowed, straightened, then bowed again. Shadows drew back to the base of the mountain as the sun continued its ascent.
A bird dove from the tip of a tree and landed like a swirling feather, dipped its beak, and pulled. Moments later, it soared back to the treetop. Some babies would enjoy breakfast soon.
My husband and I turned toward a worn path on our hike. Each step took us farther from the beauty of the mountain, away from our car, down the road, and into the lane of trees. Tinder, fallen pine needles, and small stones blanketed the trail.
After years of living under lies and fear, I have found truth and victory in God.