Diary of the Open Road: Day Thirteen
Leave it to Morgan to find a bike out of the wreckage of a collapsing building and drive it around a ghost-town-like block in Childress, Texas.
That was a little bizarre.
Definitely a great use of time. We're going places, people.
I had originally planned to put together a full blog post sharing some Childress charm since we have spent so much time getting accustomed to it, but the wifi unfortunately is not my friend today, and I was able to upload all of two photos in the last hour. Not very promising.
I suppose that post will just have to wait.
We spent the morning at church and the early afternoon at the home of the town's favourite cafe's owner. Now, we're tucked inside away from the wind and pouring rain, and this is what I would call a true, lazy Sunday.
There has been something so sweet about this time we've spent in Childress. Even as I am growing restless to get back on the road, I can't help but hold a gratefulness for the quiet moments and small encounters that have made my heart so light. I've learned a great deal about the ministry and significance of hospitality and have been inspired by kindness. I've gotten to spend time putting a great deal of thought into where my focus and heart should be for the next weeks of this road trip. As well as a great deal of thought into where it shouldn't be.
We're feeling refreshed and so ready to get back out there.
Hopefully, Vince is ready too this time.
I hope you all have a lovely, Sunday. Blessings on blessings.