Day Twelve - Jan 12, 2019

Arrived into another world... where people drive on the left side of the road, sheep graze on green pastures, and villages are hundreds of years old. 

There is something to be said about family greeting you after a long journey... the smiles, the hugs, the tears. When no words need be spoken, yet everything is said. 

It is quiet here in the village of Sinnington... and quieter still because the guitarist no longer plays his tunes. 

All is well, yet nothing is quite the same... 

I wonder if I am leaving my mark on this side of Heaven? Am I playing the tunes deep within me that they may be heard long after I'm gone? Am I leaving behind all that I was created to be...? 

Usually not... I’m just not that perfect... And so we press into grace - knowing that Heaven waits in the sidelines eager to fill in for our shortcomings.