Sundays in the South

This is what I love best about coming home..Sunday mornings in the South. There is nothing like them anywhere in the world. Quiet mornings with coffee and family, then off to church. I love my childhood church, with it's exquisite stained glass windows, 1929 Moeller tracker pipe organ, a body of people that capture the essence of Southern grace, and old polished pews overflowing with the scent of years of worshippers embedded in it's fibers, That smell, that old church smell, is a delicious , sweet, memory. We sing the psalms of my youth as we pray to the God of our past, present and future. Amen.