this is my quiet place. I live right by a cemetary, it is the only place to get away from traffic, constant little companions yelling, "what's your name?", and our landlords dogs that start barking at 4pm on the dot and don't stop until 6pm. I ran across a tombstone that had "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding" on it. It was definately a sign:) In the middle of squatter houses and poverty, I was reminded of Three Hills and just to trust God. So this is my quiet place. Where nothing has to make sense but everything has meaning and purpose. Where big trees still grow.