The sunset out the front door of my brother-in-law’s house.
I recently returned from Albion, Indiana where I visited my wife’s brother and his six children. We had made the 16 hour drive from Oklahoma because my wife’s brother, his wife and his two oldest children went on a mission trip to Panama and needed my wife’s Dad to watch the house and their four youngest children while they were away. We made the trip with him and helped out when we could.
A fountain in Legonier, Indiana, covered in a thick layer of moss.
I discovered something while I was up there, wiling away the hours that seemed to slip by slowly and methodically: there is a difference between a “vacation” and a “trip”.
We are all familiar with the “trip”. We head out on a journey with every stop and destination planned and calculated, we go to some…
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