If Trees Could Speak… learning Faithfulness from the Redwoods

A parable…sort of. After unpacking our things I’m eager to show my wife and oldest daughter the sacred ground that is my grandma’s house at Mt. Hermon.  It’s a very short walk down to Park Way, and hers is the first house we see.  I stand in the dusty gravel parking space and inhale.  The [Read More...]