When the Road Splits...Tuesday April 7th, 2026
- Priscilla Loomis
- Apr 9
- 2 min read
Today carried a different feel to it — a tender kind of difficult.
We set out almost a month ago on this journey. Although we planned for a month with certain stops and timing planned, we knew full well that our plans needed to be able to bend and breathe. We even built in what we thought was extra wiggle room for interviews, new stops, and whatever surprises the Lord might place in our path. And if you’ve been following along, you already know how that went.
We hiked, filmed, and ghost‑hunted our way through North Carolina. Stood in the quiet beauty of Symmes Chapel. Added an extra stop or two in South Carolina. Rested and enjoyed family in Georgia. Rolled through small towns and long highways until Texas welcomed us in. And as you know, our “three days in Texas” stretched into two extraordinary weeks where God opened door after door, and we met people who will be in our lives for many years to come. And when we finally drove across the Texas border, New Mexico welcomed us in with a fabulous cave hike.
What a journey it has been.
And though we know the Lord isn’t finished writing this story, today the path shifted. Our roads split, at least for a time. Joey and Lyndi continue west in Ole Blue, following the route the Lord laid out. But I now turn east — toward home.
I’m deeply grateful for a job that allows me to work from the road, but other commitments are calling me back.
So this morning I packed up a rental car for the long drive home. The hugs lingered, the tears were brushed away quickly, and the ache settled in quietly. Part of me longs to keep going west, to keep watching the Lord scatter blessings like wildflowers along the roadside. But another part of me is grateful to be heading home — back to the wet kisses of my favorite chocolate puppy, the tiny arms of nieces who hug with their whole hearts, unhurried time with my baby girl, and the familiar rhythm of catching up with friends and dreaming over garden plans. The road holds many blessings, but home holds my heart. And so I drive east with a quiet anticipation, ready to let home refill my cup.
Tonight, I lay beneath a sky full of stars somewhere in Kansas, thinking of Joey & Lyndi, and a familiar song drifts through my mind, soft and steady:
🎶 Even though I know how very far apart we are,
It helps to think we might be wishin’ on the same bright star… 🎶
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