Our last Sunday at the best local church with the best people around was yesterday. Several people sang songs in appreciation of our service at this church over the last seven and a half years, and the church had a pot luck dinner in honor of me and my family. They gave me some going away gifts (one of which was a hard shell case for my guitar that I can take on deployment with me...badly needed...and a nice digital camera for the same purpose - - going on deployment that is...I do not think a digital camera could hold my guitar) and one of the teenage girls even wrote and performed a song for us on her guitar. It was all very touching.
Another of the teenage girls put messages on the windows of our van with shoe polish (the scuttlebutt says she received the shoe polish from her aunt). It was really cool. We still have not washed the windows yet and will not until we get a picture of it. There is just one thing I cannot figure out about the message she put on the driver's side window...why does she think I am a pedestrian?
So now we live in Arkansas at last. The change feels strange. I know we are still getting used to it, and it is still waiting to sink in. It really does not seem like we have left. It seems like Sunday will roll around and I will be stepping back into the pulpit to try to deliver God's word to those wonderful people. We miss them a great deal and will always, always hold them close in our hearts.
We love you guys. Good-bye.
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I can't believe you called me a "scuttlebutt"! If you weren't my "brother" I might have to come to Arkansas and do whatever it is that mean people do to people that call them "scuttlebutts".
I think it is great that you made a xanga site.
if you don't mind jade has a xanga site and would love to talk to you.
oh, and i will e-mail you the lyrics to your song (you can put them in your memory book and zack wanted a copy)
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