I decided that my story of being freed from normality was really a blog post about the goodness of the story of good. So I picked the most beautiful place I know of which is the half dome at Yosemite because that’s the only way I can imagine starting to describe the beauty of Gods story. I feel like one of the overwhelmingly green trees that you run into on your way to the summit. Sure I may not seem to be that important of a role when compared to the mountain as a whole, but that one tree gives life to the animals and shade to the travelers. God has given the tree an irreplaceable purpose.