“Why were you looking for me?” he asked.
“Didn’t you know I had to be in my Father’s house?”
It's nice to have a husband who is so predictable. I don't have to guess where he is or worry that he is doing something questionable. I just go to his computer, look outside or go to the church...our other house. Though our church building is not as dramatic-looking as the picture above, it's no less beautiful.