Travel Time: Clicking My Ruby Sneakers
Having arrived at grandma and grandpa's house, I have some time to post...
Something I wanted to share...
There's no place like home to celebrate Easter
We spent Easter morning at the National Cathedral in Washington D.C. While it is a very beautiful place, with stained glass, flowing robes, candles and gold crosses, the Word marched down the center aisle, the church towering above all other buildings surrounding it, rich in beauty and history...it wasn't home.
Friends and family, gathered together to worship Him on that most joyful morning is home. Singing, praising, worshiping together within the walls of a beige building off of 121 is home. Looking out across a grassy parking lot, to see a wooden cross with a white scrap of cloth draped over it, surrounded by a few potted lillies is enough, is plenty, is satisfying...is home.
Dorothy got it right..."There's no place like home, there's no place like home..."