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Tybee Island

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Island Time!!! God's incredible creation I don't know...Do I look like a tourist? My beautiful mermaid! Charlie Brown, Im working on my leg color but only from the ankles down.  

1st Week, Vacation, Graduation and Mickey!

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Well it's been one week and what a week it has been!  I left early Tuesday morning to begin my new position at Crossroads Baptist.  I had my first praise team practice, then choir practice, then orchestra practice.  Then the family came in that evening.  Friday we moved all of my things, Natalie's things and Brett's things into the apartment we are staying in for the next month.  Then the family left for Tybee Island where they are staying until Chad's graduation on June 3rd.  Sunday March 28th was my first official Sunday at Crossroads leading worship.  2 services on Sunday AM.  That's will be an adjustment :). Then I grabbed lunch and headed to Tybee Island to be with the family for a few days.  So, it is now Monday, Memorial Day.  The beach is packed.  Hopefully many of them will clear out after today.  The Bungalow is very cute and beachy.  Everyone is burnt already but enjoying the beauty, the family time and the rest. Tomorrow (Wednesday) back to work for

We are doing it again!

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As many of you know, we will be moving in the next few weeks to lock arms in Ministry with Crossroads Baptist Church in Valdosta Georgia.  It is an exciting time for us but a heart breaking time as well.  God has given us the privilege of ministering with and to some incredibly dear people and it is extremely difficult to leave such wonderful friends and followers of Christ. If you are following this blog, then it is most likely that you are aware of some of the difficulties and hurts we have experienced in ministry.  In the midst of that hurt, God brought us to Highland.  We were reluctant, guarded, leery, and held onto our hearts very tightly.  However, God used many at Highland to bring healing and restoration to our hearts and souls.  And not just to Melissa and I, but to our children as well.  And for this we are eternally grateful.  We had not given up on people or ministry but we were very distracted by the wounds we had received.  Healing is possible for the deepest of wounds