The View From There

Some views become part of who we are. They may be seen from a kitchen window, a front porch, a mountain overlook, a quiet field, an ocean shoreline, a city street, or a backyard where childhood seemed to last forever. Sometimes the view itself was beautiful, and sometimes it mattered because of the people beside us.

This week, write about a view that shaped your memories. What did you see from there? Who was with you? Did the view bring comfort, adventure, peace, longing, or a sense of belonging? Describe the place as if you are standing there again, looking out over a moment that still lives in your heart.

Please share your stories and link them here.

My Quiet Hero

Not everyone has the opportunity to have a real-life hero in their midst, but I am one of the lucky ones. I met my hero when I was just nine years old, and to this day, he remains an important part of my life.

I always wanted an older brother, and in many ways, God answered that prayer through Keith Lacy. He has always been in my corner, praying for me, encouraging me, lifting me up, and reminding me of God’s faithfulness.

Keith became my youth minister when I was a child, but over the years, he and his wife, Jan, became so much more than friends. They became family. We first met in California over fifty years ago, and somehow, through all the seasons, miles, changes, joys, and hardships of life, our friendship has remained strong. Now that our lives are connected in Colorado, I am even more grateful for the gift of Keith and Jan, a friendship rooted in faith, love, laughter, music, prayer, and the kind of loyalty that lasts a lifetime.