Returning to those places where decisions were made. Moments that come to your heart as being blank spaces and new chapters of growth. I recently returned to the forest where my little boy took his final steps and breath. I know what I was feeling that day and know of the actions I took in response. After eleven years I was called back to the open collection of trees. The writing is was in sharp question. The author wanted to know why and what was he supposed to be looking for? I got my answer this past weekend while attending studies at Elevation Church Ballantyne. Pastor Furtick called it The Loop. To sit and listen took me back to the forest of 2005 and then into the limbs and leaves of 2016.