So last week I was standing in the kitchen preparing dinner for a friend and me. All is cooked, it smells great, table is being laid, and we are ready for some masterchef-style eating.
Have you ever sat in a room completely silent, yet heard the voices of a thousand souls?Recently I sat in a church nearly 200 years old, taking in the silence and feeling part of a song carrying centuries of hard-lived verses.
When the familiar abruptly rejects us, the desert willingly receives us.
Recently I was asked to be a guest blogger and share about what ‘home’ means to me. I took an unexpected turn down the road called family history, bringing to the surface a beautiful story of two continents united after 66 years.