Some of the best gifts are the unexpected ones. Like a souvenir from a long-gone restaurant where the first sentences of a new chapter of life were written.
A couple of months ago, I was sitting with the Wilshire Winds at the front of the sanctuary and waiting for the Sunday service to begin, when Charlene Law walked up to me and handed me a small thin box.
“I was going through some stuff and found this. Thought you and LeAnn might want it,” she said.
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