Paul and Adrienne are not the only ones to have traversed through the Rodanthe. The steady gale, the hammering rain and the all too familiar surprising hunger are very near. Once I finished the book I found myself stumbling to the piano. There was an obsession I have never felt before as I caressed the keys. If you would have stood in the doorway and listened through my quiet sobbing, I doubt you would have known the song. It is written in a delicious minor and only when you are halfway through the song does the melody ring clear. Great is thy faithfulness. That truth is the only solid factor I can rest upon. He who has led me thus far will lead me on. The Rodanthe-like manner in which He is choosing to lead me makes no sense to others. I trust Him.