There’s more than a few miles between Elvis Presley’s Graceland and Gracesland, a caddywampus plot of farmland in upstate New York.

Turns out, “Gracesland” was a misspelling…

or maybe not. In the rancher’s absence, wayfarers get to choose which side of the entrance sign they like best–and the narratives to match it.
The choice seems obvious. I mean, who doesn’t want (and need) additional helpings of grace?
How sweet a place! A place of peace and grace can be found in many church buildings. However places such as this surround one with the beauty of Gods’ Paintbrush while also delivering a place to experience Grace. Wonderful post.