Blessed Are The Peacemakers

There Is Hope With Every Turn There are songs that brush past you once and vanish, and then there are songs that return years later, tapping you gently on the shoulder like an old friend who’s watched the miles roll by. I put on Steve Wariner’s Life’s Highway again the other day, and it stirred something deeper than simple nostalgia. When I first heard it, I was a child who believed the future would arrive like a rescuer. I imagined myself the damsel in a shining story, certain that one day someone would make everything safe and steady in a way home never did. An entire lifetime has unfolded between then and now, yet the melody still feels like yesterday. Ten-year-old me raced through the back alleys of Salt Lake City’s avenues with my sisters, bikes when the tires held air, on foot when they didn’t. We were poor, but summer had a way of making that feel almost irrelevant. Fruit trees hung heavy over fences, and we knew exactly which yards welcomed small thieves and which garage...