Moving: Part Two

Oh friends. I am still having ALL THE EMOTIONS. We moved from our dear 403 house, our home for the last three years, into the hotel last weekend. I very much loved this house, but what grieves me more than leaving the walls that literally held me up through a very...
Coming Home

Coming Home

I’m warming myself in the stain-glass and wood-panel glow of my childhood church. Wherever we wander, coming home inevitably means coming here. Today I’m lurking in the back row of the sanctuary during the Sunday school hour, soaking up the light. I hoard these...