by Sara Rust | Jul 8, 2016 | The Restlands
As we sat by the fire, I watched Him. Creator of the cosmos, whittling a stick. Equal parts awe and simplicity, grandeur and comfort. Choosing now to sit with me. And all I could think about, holding my open journal, was how many more important things He could be...
by Sara Rust | Jul 4, 2016 | The Restlands
It took about a mile to discover two indisputable facts. Papa loved to whistle and the backpack was killing me. What did He put in this thing? I didn’t think much of the songs he was chortling until I heard the birds join in. Oh, man. This was awesome. It was like...
by Sara Rust | Jul 1, 2016 | The Restlands
The journey to the Restlands began on a highway. Careening through forest-lined mountainsides the road was joined on one side by an eager river. Now, before you picture this scene as me on the open road, rockin’ it like a truck commercial, you should probably know...
