The other day I found myself thinking of the fall, planning ahead food arrangements for the Zion Mom’s Group. I was imagining being a part of the team of women who, in years past, have done such a wonderful job planning and executing our gatherings in this room. The coffeehouse was absolutely central to the picture in my mind’s eye and it took me several minutes before I realized in shock that we wouldn’t be congregating in that space any longer. That room doesn’t exist anymore.

I never knew I could care for a building in this way. To be honest, I’ll be relieved when thinking of the old building is no longer painful.