June 15, 2013...Our final day in Scotland was met with gray skies and a steady downpour. So much for a day of exploring. The innkeepers had built a fire in the lounge and I made it my personal responsibility to keep it stoked. This was my first experience with coal in close to fifty years. In an instant I was in my Grandpa Tibbitts' basement, watching as he stoked the furnace. Such a powerful thing, the nose.
"Our final day in Scotland...why does it feel like a respite before the coming storm? As we make preparation to follow Your lead - don't let us forsake the joy given each day. You have been SO good!
My heart echoes with the words of Jeremiah...
(I don't remember how I ended up in Jeremiah)