September 26, 2007

Fishing in the Bay

A couple of weeks ago while at Port Isabel we decided to go fishing. While out fishing I was able to get this great morning shot of the sunrise. By the way, we did catch some nice trout, even though there are no pictures to prove it.

September 24, 2007

"Hi darling!" "Welcome home!" "I missed you!"

I realized this morning that I have not made a blog entry in a whole week. When you enjoy something or someone, and you're to busy to notice that you have not even missed it or them --- you're just too busy. That's just not right!

Preacher's Wife has been gone a whole week. She called this morning from Hattisburg, Mississippi to say she would be home tonight. I am pleased and excited. I really am. I will spend today trying to figure out how to tell her I missed her when really at times I didn't realize she was gone. I know she will understand. But just in case she doesn't, I have decided to clean house and make sure everything is in proper order. I also will practice today saying, "Hi darling!" "Welcome home!" "I missed you!"

September 17, 2007

Pigeon Forge Tennessee Bound

Preacher's Wife left early this morning for Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. She has gone for a week to a Sisters on the Fly get away.  Of course I am left here at home all alone since children, dogs and husbands (in that order) or not allowed.  They will site see, enjoy fine dining, and possibly visit Dollywood.  I don't think that was one of the sites on the top of her list to see though. I will miss her but I know she is doing what she enjoys and that makes me very happy.

September 14, 2007

The sun will be up soon

Well its about 3:30 in the morning.  I just got up early to prepare myself for the long grueling day that is ahead.  Preacher's Wife leaves Monday for Pigeon Forge, Tennessee for a outing with some Sisters on the Fly.  She informed me that her trailer needed to be washed, waxed and the bearing packed.  When she told me last night at dinner all that needed to be done, I just finished my meal, got up and went on to bed. That was around 6:30. Maybe that's one reason I am up this early.  Anyway all who read this blog know that I live to serve and make her happy.  I told her the other day there were thousands and thousands of women that would love to have me.   She said, "name one?"   I couldn't, and that ended the conversation.  I am going to run and get some coffee I will post pictures of my work later.

September 11, 2007

Church of the Crossroads

Anne and I recently committed to giving weekly pastoral oversight to Church of the Crossroads in Thorndale, Texas. Church of the Crossroads is one of our CFI churches that we apostolically give oversight to. We will be leading the church and preaching there on a weekly bases until we discover a new pastor. Thorndale is a quiet little country town northeast of Austin about 35 miles. If you are ever in that area on a Sunday morning stop by and see us. Church of the Crossroads

September 6, 2007

Chloe Girl

I stole this web post from my daughter Amy for two reasons. First, I wanted you to read what she wrote about our first-born grandchild Chloe. Second, I wanted to introduce you to her blog Animation of Amy.

A school of freckles swim across the bridge of her nose. The exact number is compromised by red frames, but I wouldn't dare try to count them anyway. She wouldn't let me; for no other reason than she quietly demands my full attention with lists of needs, recipes and the amount it will cost to make her latest concoction. Chloe is eleven.

She came seven weeks early to the appropriate tune of Brown-Eyed Girl playing in the background of a sterile operating room. We think the doctor miscalculated the due date as she was born five pounds of perfection. No physical problems accompanied my sweet baby girl save a finicky appetite. We couldn't get her to down a four ounce bottle in the required time it took in order to release her from the newborn intensive care unit. Had there been a cake flavored infant formula, the cost of her hospital stay would have been substantially less.

In the eleven plus years that she has graced our planet with her presence, she has been just short of angelic. Other than the occasional slap to the back of her brother's head, she has caused no drama. Even as I type these words, I am saying a prayer of thanksgiving under my breathe for being so undeservedly blessed. While other little girls in Goddard Middle School sport make-up and clothes that fit the likes of Britney Spears, I am amazed but not surprised that Chloe carries her studious little self so confidently through the school halls.

She is strong. She knows what she wants. She is kind and all together good. She is my daughter.