There is only one thing in the world worse than packing and moving I'm told, and that's helping someone pack and move. I have no time for creativity, and my paltry posting demonstrates. As soon as I get settled on the mountain, I'm sure I'll have something erudite and exhortative to say.
My current blog hiatus is due to the fact that my family and I are moving. We have been called to a church in Alabama, in my own home town, in a church I attended as a boy. I have not resided in my home town for any great length of time in 15 years, and so it is with great surprise that I return there with family in tow. This process has been an emotional and spiritual ordeal of the likes that I have never experienced. In short, I am exhausted. I never planned to leave Plaquemine.
At some point in the future I will post a series on this event, and what I have learned from it. For now, the feelings are too raw for me to go over again. We are very excited for the future, and we firmly believe that God has led us to this move. At the same time, the experience of leaving so many we love like family is a grief. Please pray for us over the course of the next few weeks as we relocate, recoup, and begin the new ministry that God has led us to.
I am a pastor serving in my hometown of Albertville, Alabama. The greatest evidence of God's grace in my life are my wife, son, and daughter. One look at me and then my wife will tell you that her "yes" was a modern day miracle. Otherwise, I am almost completely mundane.