This past Tuesday, I participated in my 17th funeral this year. This one was for the grandmother of one of our congregation’s choir members. The service was at a funeral home about 2 miles down the road from the church where I spoke at my friend Lisa’s funeral in March.
Somehow a walk in the woods always brings me peace, especially when the snow muffles the sound. Growing up in the midwest I realize many people don't know what it is like, but the days I take my time in the woods I now treasure those sacred moments and find the silence externally stills my soul.
Somehow a walk in the woods always brings me peace, especially when the snow muffles the sound. Growing up in the midwest I realize many people don't know what it is like, but the days I take my time in the woods I now treasure those sacred moments and find the silence externally stills my soul.