for church pews.
And maybe the two go hand and hand. I grew up sitting on straight back pews that were a light colored wood. They had red cushions to sit on and with the green stain-glass windows, it always reminded me of Christmas.
In those pew I learned...
how to read shape notes (ok I tried),
to give graciously,
to love unconditionally,
and how to write notes and not get caught.
my grandparents hold hands,
men cry with emotion,
my brother being baptized,
and my nephew lead "Jesus Loves Me".
They tell stories. They hold memories. They warm my heart.
I search craigslist once a week just to see what pews are for sale...... someday.... someday!