Maine

A few weeks ago I got a call from Michael's little sister Susan. She lives in south Georgia with her husband Joe and a bulldog named Skeeter, and no, deet will not work on him. They and their two sons, Glenn And Jarrell, farm cotton, soybeans, wheat and peanuts. Every year they walk the tight rope prayin' for rain while the crops are growing and prayin' it won't when it time for harvest. Small farms are on the decline and have been for years but this ship is sailed by a very smart and savy captian and crew and they have done well.

Now, back to the phone call. Susan is a good talker so once the hey's were over she held the floor for about 30 minutes when she said, " Now I'm gone tell you why I called." I guessed that she wanted to talk about Allison since she was going to be working for her this summer. I was wrong. Here's what she said, " Me and Joe think you and Michael need to step away for awhile so I want you to find some place to go and we're gonna pay for it. I was completely shocked. It's a good that I was lying down when she said it.

Michael and I got busy finding someplace to go. We wanted to go to a place where we could rest and also see a bit of God's creativeness that we had not seen before. We found it and have just come home from a week on the coast of Maine. Oh my good golly Miss Molly!! It was beautiful. There is too much to tell. I'll have to show you a few pictures.

Here is a summation of the whole thing. God's love is extravagant.