Back in DC. Suffice it to say that I’m pretty tired, but glad to have a keyboard so I can type quickly before running off to an early bedtime (or late, depending on the time zone).
As much of this past week was about looking back in time, I thought it would be appropriate to add a few pictures and thoughts.
Robin and I had the good fortune to visit the gravesites of Randle Lunt, Randle Lunt, Randle Lunt, Anne and Anne. These were my great great great grandparents, one of their children, and my great great great great grandparents.
We were excited to find them, and moved once we realized that we were standing on hallowed ground (at least hallowed to my family). We felt a distinct pull to learn more about these five souls and others connected to them. The Bible talks about this happening — about the hearts of children turning to their fathers (Malachi 4:6). I certainly felt it.
Why does that matter? I think this is a chance for us to connect to our past and to learn more about who we are by learning more about who they were.
We took several photos, which I will post. And I am a little too tired at the moment to wax philosophical.
