During a very tumultuous time as a child I not only found refuge in my summers up here with my Daddy but in their church.
I built many relationships with may people and they would have a going-away party for me every single summer.
They didn't know it at the time, but they were a solace. A salve that healed wounds until the next summer.
So when I can I like to return to that old church with my parents and grandma. Do I still stand on everything they stand on, no. But I love 'em!
This Sunday was "Homecoming", so of course, Grandma hit me up. David couldn't come, but I went after church and was so thankful I did.
Thank you, Lord, for my gentle reminder of all You have brought me thru.