We were as close as two humans could be, despite so many opposing things: She was old, and I was young; she was poor and we were rich; she grew shorter as I grew taller; she was quiet and humble, I was noisy and naïve . . .
To read the rest of this post about the lady who showed me what being the church really means, head over to All the Church Ladies blog by clicking here. It’s a great place to hear about all the good things churches do and about all the sisters (and a few brothers) who love each other back to breathin’ again.
