FAITH
We went to Statesville this weekend to celebrate Kel and Alan’s birthdays. It was a long weekend–both intentionally and not; Friday was a surprise snow day, even though we didn’t get much of anything until Friday night, and barely then an inch. Monday was MLK day, so the kids were off from school then, too. So Saturday, we packed up everybody, including the Doodle and the Chiweenie, and headed down the mountain. The higher elevations certainly had more snow than we did, but we made it through okay.
Sunday I was able to make it over to Trinity for the first time since we moved just a touch more than a year ago. Occasions like this sometimes make me anxious–the well-managed introvert inside me quickly gets overwhelmed–but it was nothing short of wonderful. There have been times when I’ve gone back to visit an old office after I’d changed jobs, or even come back here to Cullowhee to see old professors, but nothing felt quite like it did to be back among a community of church people who were happy to see you. At least, this one. I don’t know if that’s true everywhere.
It was a warm reception–though just about every conversation I started up with someone was interrupted by someone else who came over to say hello, and when that conversation started to move into substance, someone else would come over. But that was fine.
