“Sometimes our trails are made of dirt and rocks and brush and roots and cause our hearts to leap skyward in praise and worship. And sometimes our trails are woven through a string of days and through the hearts and lives of others, and leave our spirits trembling on the rim of eternity. The trails that God lays are trails laden with the fragrance of His glory and they lead indelibly into the divine unknown.”
Henry Lewis takes us on his journey as he runs the trails near his home and across the globe. Sometimes the trails are easy and other times they present profound struggle and commitment. On each trail Henry discovers the beauty and wonder in the sovereign fingerprints of God.
Listen as he carries us along, “These trails are pathways to the heart, trails to truer things. They let us dance and weave along eternity’s glimmering edge. We play in this timeless majesty. We hear the sounds of heaven in small gurgling brooks, catching the fragrance of his glory in the ancient aroma of the woodlands, and feeling the wing of an angel on the edge of a passing breeze. Here we hear the voice of God as He whispers to our hearts, for we have seen Him painting a canvas with every trail we have ever run.”