where pilgrims look February 18, 2019 wally metts1 Comment "I will lift up my eyes to the hills" is not mere sentiment about how beautiful the mountains are or how big our God must be to have made them.
where pilgrims start February 11, 2019 wally metts8 Comments We will never go where we should until we tire of where we are.
she shells sea shells March 10, 2016March 10, 2016 wally metts2 Comments I’m not sure how I feel about Katie finding the best shell, seeing as how she is from Toledo. Perhaps this is beginner's luck.
a rhythm of renewal March 5, 2016 wally mettsLeave a comment There are dolphins playing along the edges of the surf as the sun glints off the white-capped waves. We will go soon and walk beside them.
Letters From Bharat: Oh, Calcutta January 17, 2016 wally mettsLeave a comment I wasn’t scared. I could easily have hailed a cab. I was just confused and wanted to find my way. On my own, if I could.