When Aaron died in a motorcycle accident, I found that nothing else mattered – nothing. I was broken. As a Christian psychologist in the military I counseled others who were struggling with death and loss but it wasn't until I lost my own that I finally understood the pain. I turned to the Appalachian Trail to deal with my grief. The trail is not the story, the trail is the backdrop for what I found:
"When you declutter your life to the point where everything you own is on your back and your only concern is the next white blaze then God's world opens up."
"He will yet fill your mouth with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy." Job 8:21