But I’m here at 6:30 P.M. I’m squeezing in one of those, “must do” trips before the summer ends. These summers are getting so much like life, over before we realize it. I’m getting more anxious, too, about the brevity of life. So, I’m trying to help you who are reading this. It’s later than you think.
The message is about “us” being more grateful for what almighty God has done for us. I was “at the Well,” for worship service this morning and I tried to sing those praise songs and I did. But, I left today still not satisfied that I’m doing enough. I believe most left the church satisfied. Not me.
I’m sitting here on the lake shore at Washburn, about a half mile from where my sweetheart Grace and I sat on the bench while going through her dying days. I planned on sitting where we did (for six years) at Memorial Park, but today the place is packed. Must be a church picnic. So here I sit in the car, with that last photo of Grace sitting and smiling on the beach. That photo speaks to me d ...
