The Wizard of Oz is one of my favorite movies.

When I was a little girl I dreamed of being Dorthy, going on adventures, and having those AMAZING red slippers. I hated the witch and all the snares she set up for Dorthy and her band of brothers. I loved the idea that she had to do was one thing, follow a path, clearly laid out.

The Yellow Brick Road.

I set out on my journey after Christ by default. It was how I was raised, it was just as much apart of me as breathing. I never thought much about it. Christ was an integral part of my thinking, talking and behavior.  But my rebellion set in,  and I ended up somewhere over the rainbow. I did end up in a land I NEVER dreamed of, but let me be clear, the sky’s were anything but blue.

But God…