A few years ago, my son and his wife took their mother’s to the homelands of their ancestors. It was an amazing trip. Among the sites, we visited was this church high in the mountains of Piedmont, Italy. My blood tingled as we went inside and viewed the scene ancestors had looked on many, many years ago. There was a sweet spirit that prevailed. The mahogany wood glistened in the sunlight that filtered through the windows. We walked to the front of the church, reading the inscription on the banner behind the pulpit. To one side was a small bench. I went over and sat on it. As I sat there, I thought, my Grandfather and Grandmother born in the early 1800s, probably sat on this bench. A warm cozy feeling came over me. I am so grateful they left these beautiful mountains and traveled over the Alps in mid-winter making it possible for me to enjoy the blessings I do today.
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