Clear Skies and Fireside
Chris Bathgate – Poor Eliza
And so summer comes to an end. These last two weeks are filled with final coffee dates and dinners, end-of-the-summer piano lessons and as much tourism work for the fall as I can at the train station. There is packing to do and planes to catch and good-byes to be said. I was sitting on the back patio this morning (because the light in our backyard at that time is absolutely perfect), talking with the Lord, reading about starting anew, about second chances, and third, and seventy-third. “I’m caught in the rhythms of grace”, overwhelmed by possibility and opportunity.