I always love to take the road less travelled. It is a way of life for me. It can be interpreted in so many different aspects and it has not failed me yet. On a recent diversion from the highway I stumbled upon the most inspirational scene. In the middle of a town no bigger than a postage stamp, in the middle of nowhere on the way to nothing was this unbelievable church. The brush had overtaken most of it, but the sun drew me in as it shone through the busted out sanctuary windows.
I didn’t fear being caught as I trampled down grass waist high to come closer to the abandoned chapel. I knew I must see inside. Small and simple from the exterior, the interior was vast and I stood in awe of the breathtakingly tall ceilings and windows.
All I could think of was resurrecting this once majestic building, to revel in its beauty, but I knew I must continue on my travels, leaving only the lovely visit in my memory.
It is unexpected journeys like this that make all the hard work and effort of taking the road less travelled worthwhile.