Have I told you that I grew up in a Moravian family?
I dreamed my family was gathered around a table last night. And we sang in harmony – voices rising and falling – sure of the notes and the hearts singing around us. I dreamed my grandfather’s eyes sparkled and his soul glowed. My sweet kind grandfather, I can hear him humming and whistling. He’s in the hospital today. Remaining giving, full of laughter and such kindness. That’s his legacy. And that’s what growing up Moravian was all about really.
In Essentials Unity; In Non-essentials Liberty; In all things Love.
Love you to pieces.