There are times when words cannot express what you see, what you are thinking, or how you feel. To stand there on that special spot, in front of the chapel, with the wooden cross before me, and the morning sun cresting the horizon out yonder ... how do you express what all that means?

On a chilly morning in November of 2012, I visited what the locals call "Pretty Place" in the mountains near the North And South Carolina borders. I arrived before dawn, driving down narrow and unfamiliar roads to the chapel, not even certain I was headed in the right direction. I had long-since heard of this special spot but never ventured there before that morning.