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Sam and Zac McKinstry spent the afternoon together. I never saw them until they came loping into the house, dripping in sweat. “Where have you been?” I asked, curious. “Riding bikes on North Main,” Zac said. “Where on North Main?”…
Whew! I’m sitting here on a Sunday night reflecting on a busy, fulfilling weekend which our family and friends, many from Journey, spent in service. On Friday evening, about 15 of us volunteered to work the concession stand at what…
It was a rather glorious day in Tolar, Texas that May. Our families, friends, and the small church I was ministering with came together to celebrate with Carolyn and me our marriage and what we felt was simply victory. It…
On Saturday, we took off to my grandparents’ house in Hamburg with some good friends, the McKinstrys, to attempt so dove hunting and if that failed, shoot skeet. I hadn’t been down to the Noble homeplace in several months, and…
I honestly don’t remember a lot of details about that long school year, 1991-1992. It was my first year at seminary, and I was apart from Carolyn, who was undergoing radiation treatment every day for nine and a half weeks.…
Carolyn’s junior year started out, in my opinion, much better than her sophomore year. For one thing, she was sporting an expensive diamond ring purchased at the fine gem establishment in Granbury, Texas known as Dave’s Jewelry. For another thing…
It was a rather strange caravan to Fort Worth that May weekend. I was driving my red Geo Metro (and no, the color red did not make it more “sporty”), towing a small U-Haul trailor will all my earthly possessions.…
Where were we? Oh yeah… early 1991. A surrender to ministry. Plans for seminary. A little over six months in a romantic relationship with my best friend – Carolyn that is. I always feel like I have to qualify that…
If you’re still reading this burdgeoning epic, it must mean you’re wasting time. 😉 Our Christmas in 1990 was going to be spent apart. Caro went home to Hobbs, while Mitch and I worked all month. In Caro’s massive college…
