My mind travels to a lonely, dirt road. A young woman, her belly swollen with life limps along, her back aching with each step. Her fiance walks beside her and she looks into his face, his brow furrowed with concern as he watches her. The night air is clear, but her mind is clouded, fogged with worry: will they make it in time? Has He prepared a place for them? Where will they go? A sharp kick in her rib brings her mind back to the present, the rocks turning beneath her feet, the wind blowing against her face and on the breeze she hears the faintest voice: Be still.