Here is the church...and here is the steeple.

Here is the church...and here is the steeple.

Just a little Spiritual, Sentimental Sunday note.

Ted and I decided we needed a few days alone and quiet.  So we drove across the state of North Carolina all the way to the Western edge and rented a little cabin on the side of the mountains.  (shh...don't tell my brothers and sisters how close I am to "home.")  We brought Kirby, our little Jack Russell Terrier, several books, slouchy clothes and not much else. 

If you follow my blogs, you know I love the beach, but you may not know that I grew up in the mountains of Tennessee and perhaps am still very much a mountain girl at heart.  When I stood on the porch this morning and looked through the vivid colors of the changing leaves I spotted this steeple way off in the distance.  A church steeple always reminds me who my Father really is.

Thanks be to God!