Unless the LORD builds the house, They labor in vain who build it; Unless the LORD guards the city, The watchman keeps awake in vain. (Psalm 127:1)
Looking through the front window from the back seat of my mom’s car during the steep drive up Branner street seemed as if the road led straight up to heaven. All I could see was a cloudless clear blue sky. As a child, I would sit anxious and silent until we neared the crest of the hill where the ground leveled out. As soon as we hit the level ground, I was boiling over with excitement. To the left of the car… there it set… grandmother’s house! It was a light brown brick colonial style house with different dark speckled brown shingles that fit perfectly on the roof. Next to it was my Aunt Irene and Uncle Robert’s house nestled under a dense green canopy of giant maple trees. The tree line casts a shadow of security over the homes while creating a natural boundary that separated my family’s property from the meadow that flowed upwards to the summit of the hill.
The was the pace my journey of faith began. The beauty and the reality of this place will always be etched in my heart. It was the one place that I went to and I found true love. Grandmother, Mom, Aunt Iren and Uncle Robert where the guardians of my soul. What ever I came to believe about the world was always based on my experiences in Morristown, Tennessee.
By Faith, God ushered me into life with a foundation of security and love.