High in the snow dusted mountains of Cashiers, North Carolina, while visiting a friend, I found God.
He talked to me.
Well, He didn’t really talk to me, but I found His hang-out.
OK, I didn’t find His place- my friend Bonnie, already knew out it and took me by.
But He opened the door and greeted me by name.
Alright, the door was unlocked and we walked in.
I was illuminated by His grace as I entered (insert: photo of me with outstretched arms and lifted chin)
And, the stained glass sun-flooded windows weren’t bad either.
He even had a book I could read. It had all the rules! ALL THE RULES!
Problem is, I’m not a rule follower.
I got the feeling…
|The Church Of The Good Shepherd
1448 Hwy. 107 S.
Cashiers, North Carolina
|Built 1895 in the
Carpenter Gothic Style