There's an old Victorian across the street from where we live. It's charming. Beautiful. A grand old home.
But it's empty inside.
It's been empty for a couple of years.
I've been thinking, when the boys and I walk past each day, that this house is quite the opposite of me - a follower of Christ.
You can read about it here:
As always, thank you for the gift of your friendship.
Thanks for the gift of your time.