Built to Last

Finding hope in old timbers

In 1760, these timbers supporting my home and barns, were hewn from local trees. They stood before the ink dried on the Declaration of Independence, before the Constitution found its voice. Through the passing of centuries, they have endured — not by chance, but through the loving hands and watchful eyes of those who cared for them, generation after generation.

So it is with the spirit within us. The timbers of compassion, love, and truth are the framework of the soul. When we tend them with devotion, they stand strong through every storm and season. And what is rooted in love, and in service to the greater good, will endure far beyond our own time. This gives me hope for our future.