Some folks build churches from brick and stone—others hang ’em from a tree limb and fill ’em with treasures.
This bright little chapel’s dressed in white, roofed in tin, and swingin’ gentle in the breeze like it’s hummin’ an old hymn. It’s easy to spot if you’re lookin’, but not so easy to enter unless you know how to mind the details.
Round the front, you’ll see a circle up above the door—might look like a window, might feel like somethin’ else. And that steeple? It’s more than just pretty. Let’s just say, this sanctuary don’t open by faith alone.
Inside’s a simple offering: a few travelers passin’ through (travel bugs), tradin’ swag, and a token for the first seeker to make it through the threshold.
Treat the church gentle, as you would any sacred place—and if the door won’t open, remember: “Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find.” There’s always a hint for those in need.