This wonderful building houses our local paper, The Chaska Herald.  It tells the stories of all the local happenings.  Somethings always going on here.  Probably the same is true where you are.  When you get your fill of all the stuff of the world at large and are overwhelmed, and depressed, it's the local stuff, usually tamer,  that you come home to.  It has that savory taste of the familiar.  That flavor,  that irresistible homey note which stirs your soul at the heart and you say things like, "Say isn't that Ryan's mom".  Or, " I was just there yesterday"...or." I wondered why that place looked like that". 

While it takes a village to raise a child, it's that same village that doesn't let go but is always looking to see what you're doing now that your raised.  It's that way here.  Familiar names voicing there opinions. school board and city complaints, again pretty familiar.  Note to the Jonathan Association; you're too quiet over there.  Why there's got to be stuff you don't want to share that we want to hear about!

I made the paper, again, ....cool.  It was really impressive when the kids were small,... "Wow, Dads in the paper"  I like Mark, our editor, he wrote a nice piece.  He told a story, that was told  in a different way then I thought he'd write it..."I said that?"  So,  he did a picture of me, and I did a picture of him...well, his building.  That's him in the window...pretend!

We are all telling stories though.  I sometimes think I tell em with my paint, but more than that it's with my everyday life.  Everyone's reading my house, my kids, my family, my car...some even read The Herald.  The stuff that really matters though is the stuff that gets through the gate upstairs. (I Cor 3).  That's first Corinthians chapter three, a story written to me...and to you, by Him.  Now, how homey is that!