I just finished my stint at Music Atlanta for this year. It was great to hear some new music, lead worship with Marty Parks at the opening session, and spend some time getting refreshed spiritually. Most of all, it was truly a blessing to see old friends and make new ones. Scott Revo and Dawn Johnson, along with the Pine Lake Music staff put this event on every year. It has got to be a lot of hard work, but it's worth it. Many thanks to everyone who made it a very special three days.
Confession:
I anticipate tonight's final bowl game with great joy mixed with a fair
amount of dread. I have great joy in that this is the BIG game. I mean really, really big. Yet I have dread in that
I'm asking myself, "What will I do tomorrow night? Study? Do something
beneficial for mankind? Clean the house? Cook dinner for my wife?" The whole thing sends shivers up my spine. My pizza guy is really going to miss me.
It was a dark Christmas back in 1987. The phone had just rung with the news that she was gone. Seventeen months of hope, prayer, uncertainty, and fear had just culminated with the message that brought tears and anguish to my life. Her heart had unexpectedly stopped beating. It was over.
Back up to the summer of 1985. Hope was in the air. A new child was to be born. The appointment was made and the doctor was ready to deliver our baby girl in the operating room. Giddiness was in the air until the dark cloud burst into the room bearing the news that something was terribly wrong. Lindsay was not healthy. Her tiny bent frame was the testament to her ills. The seventeen months had begun.
I do not wish to talk about the bad for it does my heart no good to reminisce on the things that could have been. My catharsis is to write of her black hair, her little...
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When I heard Hurricane Ida was on its way up to Gulf Shores I had to double check the calendar to see what date it was. Then the next thing out of my mouth was, "Really, God? Really?" Here we are at the end of the season, enjoying fall colors and cooler we

ather and we have a category 2 hurricane coming through the Gulf of Mexico. Who would have guessed. The season has been so unpredictably quiet that the storm chasers on TV were acting absolutely giddy with delight that they would finally get to be in a storm, reporting on the tube one last time this season. Just as the official time for hurricanes...
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