I’m thankful for a lot of things, not the least of which is the fact tomorrow is Friday.
I jumped a little ahead of today’s “thankful” prompt with yesterday’s post, with personal recollections about a group of people for which most of the world is thankful so I thought today might be a good time for another post from the Casey’s Column archives.
Click the underlined words in this sentence for a look inside my mind on a night two years ago when I went outside to look at the stars and count my blessings.
When you were born Feb. 20, I was elated. A lot of things ran through my mind at once when I thought about you, mostly pride and a plan to travel the length of the country twice in a weekend to see you.
My pride has only deepened in the six days you’ve been here, especially since I heard you’ve already peed on your mama.
My plan didn’t happen, but there’s another one in the works and we’ve been officially introduced on FaceTime.
Since I wrote to your sisters shortly after they were born, I thought I’d try to write down some things you might need to know about life.
The Church at Brook Hills has Secret Church once a year on Good Friday. This year, I made the trip to Birmingham to watch the simulcast with my sister, brother-in-law and their friends.
We learned how the cross of Christ affects every part of our daily lives.
Here are some quotes from the simulcast, which was taught by David Platt, that jumped out at me last night. (more…)
