It took a good ten minutes of wandering through the weeds and brushing blades of brown grass off grave markers sunk down deep in the dirt to uncover her name again: Zantippie Dunlavey. Long ago, my six year old cousin led me through our church cemetery, past the iron fence, over near the tree line to proudly proclaim this grave… Continue reading How to Find our Way Back to Worship
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