Anywhere

One frenetic runner.One compulsive helper.A collision they can't seem to stop-And a God who won't follow their lead.Always singing Sophie Appel has a system: stay busy, feel later. Austin Scott is the strong and swoony golden retriever of Mayberry University-but lately, it's all fetch and no naps.Total opposites. Accidental best friends. And absolutely nothing more, even if the chemistry is sparkier than the pickles electrocuted in Chem Lab. It's for the best. Really. He's headed for a porch-swing life. She's aimed at passport stamps. Their futures don't match, and scratching the itch for more would only leave them in desperate need of a first-aid kit.But when one of them goes off script, the pent-up feelings combust into something unruly, beautiful ... and dangerous. Egged on by their way-too-helpful found family and the full-blown chaos that is life at Mayberry, they bulldoze through the messiest parts of faith. Like depression, jealousy, family wounds, and temptation. Then comes growth they can't stomach, imperfect obedience, and a love that costs more than they thought.It's not easy. Sometimes obedience to the still, small voice looks like inaction. Sometimes a simple prayer feels like a fight.Why does obedience feel impossible?Can we ever measure up to who He says we are?

One frenetic runner.One compulsive helper.A collision they can't seem to stop-And a God who won't follow their lead.Always singing Sophie Appel has a system: stay busy, feel later. Austin Scott is the strong and swoony golden retriever of Mayberry University-but lately, it's all fetch and no naps.Total opposites. Accidental best friends. And absolutely nothing more, even if the chemistry is sparkier than the pickles electrocuted in Chem Lab. It's for the best. Really. He's headed for a porch-swing life. She's aimed at passport stamps. Their futures don't match, and scratching the itch for more would only leave them in desperate need of a first-aid kit.But when one of them goes off script, the pent-up feelings combust into something unruly, beautiful ... and dangerous. Egged on by their way-too-helpful found family and the full-blown chaos that is life at Mayberry, they bulldoze through the messiest parts of faith. Like depression, jealousy, family wounds, and temptation. Then comes growth they can't stomach, imperfect obedience, and a love that costs more than they thought.It's not easy. Sometimes obedience to the still, small voice looks like inaction. Sometimes a simple prayer feels like a fight.Why does obedience feel impossible?Can we ever measure up to who He says we are?