The annual conference I attended last week with Reconciling Ministries Network was like other trips to annual conferences in many ways—except for one small feature. It was at the beach, Jekyll Island specifically. By recommendation of a friend, on my last night there, I went over to driftwood beach.
This section of the island can only be described as hauntingly beautiful.
Strewn about the sand are the remains of old trees, now weathered and misplaced—driftwood.