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I'm so numb with all that is going on in our community and in the lives of my family and friends that I found myself at a loss for words during my prayers. I don't ever remember that happening. I don't know what to pray. I simply want to sit in silence. The sunset this evening reminded me that the sun always shines, ALWAYS. Like God, it remains a constant even when clouds block out the light. Now I'm praying to see brighter more joyous days ahead. "I am benumbed and badly crushed; I groan because of the agitation of my heart. Lord, all my desire is before You; And my sighing is not hidden from You." ~Psalm 38:8-9
One of the things I miss about my old job is having the skyline view when the sun sets. It's hard to capture its full beauty from a mere mortal's view.
And then before calling it a night, we visited our old alma mater, New Orleans Baptist Theological Seminary. I remember walking these sidewalks during many evenings when we were students.
I've been in a bit of a funk lately. I seem to be battling an upper respiratory problem or some sort. I don't know if it's allergies of what, I just know that I haven't been on my game. I really didn't want to take another picture today. I sat staring at the yard, at the animals, at the walls, not turning on the computer, or picking up the camera. I refused. I couldn't find anything, ANYTHING of interest. Two and a half years of taking a photo every day and I was spent. I quit. But later, as the sun disappeared, I figured I'd point and shoot to fulfill my obligation . . . it's not much, but at least I didn't quit.
A Legacy Life This is Vernant Park, my home church. I went back today for the funeral of my Aunt Evelyn. She was 96 years old. A few weeks earlier, my mother and I visited her in the nursing home where she was on a 21-day bed rotation waiting to go home. She talked about her life with her husband and children, about the church, and about the full life she lived. She said that when the time came, she was ready to die. She was, indeed, ready, dying in the same home where she was born and raised. She was a sweet friend to my momma, calling to check on her daily after my father passed away six years ago. She will be missed. This is Vernant Park, my home church. I was saved here when I was 10 years old and was married here when I was 18. My paternal grandparents, aunts, uncles, and father are buried here and one day I’ll be buried here too. As I sat in the pew today, singing those oh-so-familiar hymns, sung by familiar voices, I was reminded of the legacy of the lives that have gone on before us. I heard my mother singing next to me and could even hear my father’s baritone voice singing to the top of his lungs. (My father had a voice like that of George Beverly Shea and I am still moved to tears when I hear him sing, now at the ripe old age of 103.) This is Vernant Park, my home church. This is where, in a slower time, you could find Mr. Ira, who, as a hard working farmer with many sons, would come dressed in his Sunday best, closing his eyes as he listened to the pastor. Sitting next to him would be his wife, Ms. Bobbie, who played the piano in a slow country way. In this church, Mr. Nelson Hurley, a very large, single man with a friendly face, wore his best overalls. There too you would find Aunt Nettie with her snuff, Uncle Ed who believed no man set foot on the moon, and Aunt Ernestine who I grow more like each day. So many lives have passed through these doors, influencing me and others in great ways and small. They, together with others, have fashioned me into the person I am today. All left a legacy. “To those who have built a Godly legacy, their dust can praise God from the grave and proclaim His truth.”
... with some neat pedals ...
Finally ... a break in the clouds to do some last minute Christmas shopping.
Calvert, Alabama
Our church was busy, busy tonight. Our "Holiday Extravaganza" (my name for it) featuring Amanda and Georgiann on the dueling pianos. Amanda also played the flute, electric keyboard, and organ and they were accompanied by Amanda's daughter on the violin. This kicks off our holiday season. Can you believe it's almost Christmas?
I'm so numb with all that is going on in our community and in the lives of my family and friends that I found myself at a loss for words during my prayers. I don't ever remember that happening. I don't know what to pray. I simply want to sit in silence. The sunset this evening reminded me that the sun always shines, ALWAYS. Like God, it remains a constant even when clouds block out the light. Now I'm praying to see brighter more joyous days ahead.

"I am benumbed and badly crushed; I groan because of the agitation of my heart.
Lord, all my desire is before You; And my sighing is not hidden from You."
~Psalm 38:8-9
I'm so numb with all that is going on in our community and in the lives of my family and friends that I found myself at a loss for words during my prayers. I don't ever remember that happening. I don't know what to pray. I simply want to sit in silence. The sunset this evening reminded me that the sun always shines, ALWAYS. Like God, it remains a constant even when clouds block out the light. Now I'm praying to see brighter more joyous days ahead.

"I am benumbed and badly crushed; I groan because of the agitation of my heart.
Lord, all my desire is before You; And my sighing is not hidden from You."
~Psalm 38:8-9
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