Pot Pie from the the mountains coming home, home, home…

He thought he’d better warn ya, so he called you on the phone,

Get rid of Joe the Grinder…

(Possum immitating Merle)

Well, anyway, here he is in travel mode.

And Pot Pie’s not traveling alone. We’re with him… duh. What an amazing trip. Riding the mountains by horse, living in a cabin over a barn (yes, with the horses), dining at the wonderful Brevard restaurants, and even experiencing the remnants of Lee as the storm made its way through the Appalachians.

And yet, as a very wise young lady once said… “There’s no place like home.”

“Thank You Lord for a safe and enjoyable trip. May I never confuse the wonderful privileges of Your material blessings with the precious grace and providence of Your Son.”

Thanks to all of you for your encouragement and support. God bless.