My Little Chapel

There it stands with the white wooden walls draped in the lush green of the trees around it. Beautiful stained wooden doors and a little pond are the icing on the cake. The enormous old, huge trees take my breath away.

Not the trees in the pic. No, no. The other trees are five times that size and filled with years and years of growth.

Change.

It's my little chapel that I pass many times in a week on my way to Target*, Wal*Mart or Hobby*Lobby.

Sitting quaintly behind it's larger, more modern brick sister church, the chapel woos me to it no matter the season. There is nothing fancy about it, rather I am drawn to the simplicity of it. No matter if the trees are lush green in spring, delicate summer blossoms, magnificent with a fall palette or no leaves at all in the dead of winter....I still love it.

This is where I parked my car to just breathe.

Alone.

Staring and wondering the day after we had to take Little Guy back to the foster system last November. This is the first place I thought of as a physical respite for myself. This place is gentle to my eyes and they needed something other than the hurt oozing from our home to focus on for awhile and to regroup.

I'm tellin' ya....it those Small Hours that mean so very much to me.
I love my little chapel.