I have been having an internal struggle with being alone, which tends to get prominent on the weekends, this morning was no exception.  I had been lecturing myself while driving up the highway; reminding myself of all the gifts in my life, one of them being the ability to make these expeditions.

Not more than an hour earlier I had seen a large church with its doors wide open but I had no real desire to go inside.  I was drawn to this chapel and was delighted to find the door open and no one about.  In addition to taking some photos of the utterly stunning interior I enjoyed just sitting in the stillness.

When I took a photo of the chapel from the viewpoint of the altar I noted the bible there open and waiting.

I walked away from the altar to take some photos of the windows, but shortly made my way back to the altar.  I felt that finding this chapel like this was meant to help me with my struggle and I knew that whatever reading the book was opened to was meant for me.  Feeling so inspired I did not just read the passage, I read it out loud hearing the words echo through the space.