A Little Place of Prayer

This is a church that I pass each time that I drive from Houston to Fort Worth.

It brings a lump to my throat with its beauty.

It didn't fail to do that for me again today.

This time, I actually pulled off of the little highway,

drove onto the tiny gravel road,

and turned into the small, unpaved parking lot.

I stood outside of my car taking pictures.

A little lady invited me into her church to see the tidy interior.

She loved that I loved her church.

She quietly hummed while she polished the woodwork.

This building is more than a building.

It is a home, a sanctuary, a place of peace.

There's that lump again...