Switchfoot and Malibu

Driving through the coastal mountains is amazing. The sun shines brighter near the coast and the sky is a bright blue, the kind you see in postcards. The company is warm, follwoing the sun’s lead, and the love of the Creator spills in through the open windows as the wind whips through my ever blondish hair. In one deep breath I feel life enter into my body and I almost choke on its newness. Meanwhile, the prophets sing, “we were meant to live for so much more.”