Autumn nostalgia

I love autumn
I love the way the sky is golden and casts a glow on everything it touches. It causes me to feel nostalgic

Reminiscing= looking at photos and feeling such overwhelming gratitude for the opportunities that have come my way and the people who helped me to see that life is to short to not take hold of the, once and a life time gifts, God gives us.
A year ago I made a huge decision to step out into an adventure that has forever changed me for the better.
I can't begin to describe how thankful I am for everyone who made it possible for me to travel to England and take in the beauty of the country I have dreamed of seeing since I was a child.
Thank you!
And to the people of England who opened their homes and hearts to me, who befriended me and showed me around their lovely country, thank you doesn't seem enough to reveal the depth of my gratitude, but Thank you just the same.

What a gift to know you all, to be able to call you friend, and to have you as sisters and brothers in Christ. Thank you for your encouragement and wisdom in my journey of loving, knowing and living for the Lord.
Someday I hope to be able to return and visit you all again, and take in a few more of your amazing historical sites!
Here's to reminiscing...

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