Julie, Betsy and I spend Saturday evening and Sunday closer to the North Pole than the Equator. On our way to Wolverine, Michigan we passed the forty-fifth parallel line that marks the midway between the North Pole and the Equator. It certainly felt like we were closer to ice and snow than the tropics and we pulled out our sweaters.
Our friends asked Julie to share about her trip to Africa with the children at church. They invited us to stay at their log cabin. The seventy-year-old cabin is shaded by trees just steps from a gurgling stream. It was a beautiful, peaceful, relaxing setting and we girls thoroughly enjoyed our escape from the blueberry farm.