It’s funny going through a folder entitled “Random Houston” of photos I took thinking I was never going to live here again because, well, now I live here again. The photos are all daily images of life here: several food shots, a city sunset, traffic on 59, my church’s courtyard in a downpour, a ginormous Texas flag at an auto dealer, and various shots of the downtown skyline.
This is the inside of my church. The middle painting with the three-dimensional hands and feet is still there. I like that despite all the changes and comings and goings I’ve experienced in the past several years, my church has remained consistent.