He could see the bell tower of Wesley Chapel, the grand bulk of First Baptist, and the empty lots, as green as jade, on either side of the tree-enveloped Lord’s Chapel. Away to the west, blue mountains rolled like waves.
“Wouldn’t it be marvelous, Miss Sadie, if life could be as perfect as it looks from your porch?”
“I’ve thought that very thing many times. When Hoppy’s wife lay dying, I often looked down at his house and thought, we never, ever know what heartache lies under those rooftops.”
“I heard a Mississippi preacher say that everybody is trying to swallow something that won’t go down.”
“Well, he’s right about that.”
~Jan Karon, At Home in Mitford