Posted on Wednesday, January 30, 2013
in Relational, Social, Spiritual, TreeHouse, Values
Amy, Jill, Eric and I were driving back toward San Jose when Eric pulled the car into a parking lot facing the ocean.
Eric knew that we would love to watch the sun set over the ocean.
While we we admiring the setting, Eric got up without a word and walked over to a pile of sticks. At least that’s what I saw. Jill saw a wood pile that had been gathered and positioned for the evening fire. Eric saw something else.