On Saturday I will leave these beloved islands for two weeks. I am thankful to say I will miss my family and my church very deeply, it’ll tear my heart out. I shall not be able to bear it.

It will slay me every morning to awake in a house outside of Birmingham where the halls don’t echo with children’s feet running at 5:30 am, and enter into a kitchen where milk (or something worse) has not already been spilt (at least twice), and sit down to a quiet dining room to sip hot coffee while I wait for the van to leave for 3rd Presbyterian…