This morning as I drove to church, the aroma of warm Virginia ham wafted from the casserole on the floor; my contribution to the morning’s “Get Acquainted” potluck breakfast. All my senses told me it was going to be a good day.
Even Walmart looked enchanted with the backdrop of late autumn colored foliage and the steel blue mountains rising behind. The Blue Ridge were certainly living up their name. The sky had the same cold steel tone of blue but in billows of variegation’s of light and dark, blue and white.
The color and the vastness reminded me of the beach; the feelings of smallness in the infinite, of being a tiny part in the greatness. And, I suppose that’s a good way to feel on your way to church.
Have I told you how much I love living here?