It is a quiet morning, early and the island's just coming into the sun. We are vagabonds, my lover and I, wanderers on the earth. It was one of the many great things she was that attracted me to her in the beginning. Whether in Appalachia or Greece, we piddle, look around the bend, find a trail or make one. We are explorers finding our way into adventure. “The earth is the Lords and the fullness thereof”; we are looking for the fullness. He does not disappoint, placing it around every bend. In His fullness we find Him.
We now must return from our wandering. It is Sunday morning, we will build an altar, worship together and then begin the long trip home. Over the mountain on our scooter, a long ferry ride to the mainland, long train to the airport hotel, 11-hour flight to Philadelphia, 2-hour flight to Knoxville, an hour drive to Fair Haven...in 40 some odd hours we will be there.
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| Our Altar |
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| we are off |
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| on the plane in Athens |
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Our welcome home party. If was so wonderful
to see them. |
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