Y'all, I've moved to the basement.
I've watched all this Chick-Fil-A mess unfold in recent days with an ever-increasing heart-sickness and it came to an incredibly noisy din yesterday that left me utterly heart-broken.
But then I found a light in all of it, a quietness that gave me hope. This blog post:
followed by this one yesterday:
And I joined her in the basement.
I beg you to read these. And to consider them in your hearts. Then, if you want to sit and have coffee with me, and weather the storm, and try to find a way to calm the storm, and find a way to help those battered by the storm, come down and join us basement-dwellers. We've got our work cut out for us.
In the meantime, basement-dwelling husband and I are headed to Santa Maria for the weekend. This weekend getaway could not have come at a better time.
Love and peace to you all.
PS - Incidentally, the author of the Basement Manifestos graduated from my own alma mater. God Bless OBU.