A Welcoming Light | May 21, 2012

Up a meandering road lined in giant oaks trees, was my childhood home.  In the evening our porch light was always on, especially if someone in our family was expected home.  In my teenage years this light took on a special meaning to me and has remained a beautiful part of my memories.  That soft, shining light was a welcoming beacon, and spoke volumes to me that my family loved me and was waiting for my safe return. In sweet comparison, I think of our Heavenly...