The Yellow House

As my ministry at church comes to a close at the end of the month, I find myself romancing about all things which surrounded the journey. After fifteen years there are numerous habits, trails and landmarks that mark my weekly path. Today it was this wonderful aged structure that often catches my eye as I arrive. Standing the test of time it will no doubt continue to decorate this tree lined street far after my leaving. I'll miss it, but always have a mental, if not blip, image of it.

Pray on...