May 9, 2010

5-9-10 Sunday, Mother’s Day, 5:51 a.m. 48 degrees, cloudy.

I just heard a pack of coyotes howling. To our south the James River basin is undeveloped, and plenty of room for them to wander. This morning we will celebrate Mother’s Day in many ways at Wesley. My message will be biographical about Lydia. This is the first Mother’s day in 25 years that Audrey will not see one of our children. They are both doing well, having grown up, and neither able to make the trip home for today. Bethany leaves from Los Angeles on a bus choir tour this morning, heading for the Pacific Northwest, and David will be celebrating Mother’s day with his wife's family in St. Louis.

Guide me Lord as I serve you today as husband, father, pastor, friend.