I remember dreading getting shots as a kid. There was something wrong about someone sticking a needle in me and telling me to be brave. Sometimes they would say it won’t hurt, but it did. As I got older, I wanted to act like a big boy in front of the nurse and that made

     “Here” is hard to describe because it is “exceedingly abundantly above all we could ask or even think”.  To get an idea, think Garden of Eden, plus the most beautiful place you have ever seen; add a wonderful celebration where everyone is so ecstatically happy, they don’t notice how nice the place is!      

     How could this have happened?  I knew it would happen to sinners, but I believed.  I‘ve always believed in GOD, Heaven and Hell.  I believed in Hell, but even my belief didn’t come close to the horror of this place.  The never-ending agony that covers every inch of my body is something I couldn’t

I read the response from a dear friend’s daughter to the killing of a black man by a white Policeman with disappointment. She said she wished someone hadn’t led her to believe this (US) was such a great country. She said in many ways it is worse than the third world country she came from.

It was the perfect trip and a chance to get away from our routine. Three weeks, 4000+ miles, 11 hotels and leisurely drives between each stop along the way. Our destinations are Boston, Massachusetts and Kennebunkport, Maine, and Amish Country on the way back but it’s the time with each other and away from distractions