The day my doubt turned into faith

It was my first time, driving up I-25 to Santa Fe, by myself. Having spent my entire life living in Southern New Mexico, I wasn’t accustomed to the high desert landscape that I’d be driving through. More specifically, I was unaccustomed to snow. Nevertheless, I was nineteen, fearless, and I had a made up mind to make the trek to visit my friends, despite my lack of experience.

Upon my arrival to Santa Fe, I encountered a challenge that I hadn’t anticipated. Every home and building was painted in an earth-tone color. I was unaware of the city mandate requiring this. As an outsider, every building looked the same. To say I was lost would be an understatement. Feeling a sense of defeat, I pulled over to a convenience store, walked up to the payphone, inserted a quarter, and called my friend for directions.

With a new set of…