Milk and Honey Land
A Story of Grief, Grace, and Goats
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Narrado por:
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J. M. Huxley
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De:
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J Huxley
Sobre este áudio
When a TWA 727 plunges into the heart of J.M. Huxley’s hometown, it seems a harbinger of things to come, particularly with the loss of her father in a commercial airline crash a decade later. Persistent dreams at night of planes falling out of the sky brush irony across the heavens, but don’t keep her from flying regularly when she takes a position as a San Diego airborne traffic reporter.
Within months, the deaths of two colleagues in a work-related air disaster seem to confirm premonition, something that fuels Huxley’s growing desire for spiritual things. On a quest for truth, she’ll come to see all the pieces of her life as part of a bigger supernatural picture. But the process will be laboriously slow, and Huxley will need to be emptied of herself and poured out completely on her journey beyond what anchors her to darkness, freed from nearly every ambition and dynamic purpose she’d once had for herself - including a career she loves in broadcasting and the city she promised herself never to leave, a place where familial roots as strong as rebar have kept her grounded.
Truth, Huxley will learn, requires the loss of everything that keeps her from it. Starting over on a small farm on the plains of Kansas, she will find a vast wilderness to cross, one where beauty will triumph over defeat and love overcome death, where the colors of promise and eternity are unveiled, illuminating further each small step on the way to the ecstasy of understanding. It will be ridiculously hard at times. But there, she will be reminded of who she is and where she is going. We are not such as dreams are made of. But sometimes dreams can lead us home.
©2019 Janet M. McElyea (P)2020 Janet M. McElyea