Sunday, June 30, 2013



I got up this morning and went to Family Day down at West End Baptist Church. I am ashamed to say that I have not been in over 6 months. I can offer the excuse, that by Sunday mornings I am so tired from working the long hours at the BBQ, that I just can’t make it…

but then I think about my boss

She works so much harder and longer than I, yet manages to not only go to church, but to go to Sunday School, watch the little children there and also play the piano during church services.

So, you see, I know my excuse is not good enough..not even for me to believe.

I had went to bed last night undetermined if I would go to church this morning. When I woke up and put my feet on the floor in my bedroom, I was as dizzy as I could be. I was hanging on to the chair and the desk just to steady myself. (My Blood pressure was up)

But devil....Today was the day....God was calling...and though you tried to stop me, you failed.

It was so good to see everyone there. The preacher first talked about how church is your family and that is so true. I sat in the pew with my niece Charity, saw and talked to so many there that I love just like family and I got to hear a young man sing that has been friends with my son since school days.

Preacher Robinson based his sermon on 1 Corinthians 13,  the very verse I had engraved on Danny's grave stone, because it reminded me so much of him. A perfect description of the man who chose me to be his wife.

 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”


I choose to think it wasn't.