On Sunday a sweet friend walked up to me and asked if there was anywhere I’d like to go before flying back to the States. Up until that moment I’d forgotten I’d prayed and asked for an opportunity to visit the Angel of the North, the world’s largest angel statue that’s watched over the Northeast since it’s erection in the late 1990s. This past April, we passed the angel frequently en route from Newcastle to Sunderland. It seemed important for my heart’s journey to visit it before traveling home. I will miss its bold, declarative presence on the horizon.