Even in Rural Indiana

Sometimes I get restless reading the adventurous travel blogs from around the world. I gaze at the gorgeous photos, with every ounce of me wanting to be right there at that moment. As if that location is the most uniquely beautiful place the world has to offer and the life that comes with it is stunningly captivating.

This weekend I went north to the blue-collar town of Portland, Indiana. My parents have a plot of land there with two woods and a clearing large enough for a good sized pond. They have a golf cart for both fun and function. We splashed around with my nephew and soon-to-be nieces, took turns driving through the various trails of the woods, and finished the night off around a campfire with great company and tasty smores. While driving around under the setting sun, the overwhelming beauty of rural Indiana captured me like the photos of people all around the world. It was in that moment that I realized I didn’t have to be on the other side of the Pacific, or even in a well-known, tourist-laden place. I found that if I just looked for it, I would find God’s beauty everywhere.


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