We don't write papers, we build scrapbooks
Last weekend, my wife and I visited our daughter and son-in-law in Nashville, Tennessee. They’ve lived there now for over two years. Last year they bought a house on a quiet street in a nice neighborhood. A couple times a week, several of the neighbors will bring their lawn chairs and gather in their driveway and sip ice tea and share everyday stories of their lives. It’s a curious thing - kind of like Mayberry in a way, only not so much.
A few weeks ago, a flash flood ravaged their neighborhood. Because of God’s protection, their house was spared major damage, but literally every other house...
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