Faith

This morning it feels like Fall in the town square.  They are roasting coffee beans at my coffee shop filling the air with the sweet smell of my favorite beverage. 

I am looking up at the beautiful white steeple of the old North Church located directly across the street from the coffee shop.  It stands proudly with its new coat of paint framed by a deep blue sky.  It reminds me of my ongoing struggle with my faith (or lack of) in God.  Lately I have been praying and I do think I am the better for it.