During this COVID lockdown, I miss my church family.
I miss the smiles, the greetings, the fellowship.
I miss the serenity of sitting with friends in a quiet sanctuary.
I miss the sound of my daughter laughing with all her besties.
I miss the feeling of being surrounded by love.
Last year on Palm Sunday, there were children waving palm fronds on the church steps, a donkey patiently accepting their hugs on the front lawn, and a dove of peace soaring towards the sky.
This year, there were my neighbors. My wonderful, giving neighbors.
I love them, too.