If you know me well at all then one thing is for sure, you know that country music holds a special place in my heart. It's true, to me, country music isn't just a bunch of twang involving some poor cowboy crying about his woman that ran off to Amarillo. No, to me, country music captures the life I live everyday and puts it to a sweet harmony.
I was up at 7:30 this morning, because to my body that was sleeping in, so I decided to put a quick post together about today. Many of you know that I was concerned with whether or not I would be able to find a church before I left Mississippi. Well, I found one. And is God good to me? Absolutely. Last weekend my roommate, Jordan, and I attended a small Southern Baptist church in Minot, ND. I grew up in the Presbyterian Church of America so there are some subtle differences but the bottom line is, I have a place to fellowship with a community of believers. And do you want to know the best part? There is another 3 man crew a part of the same project that my crew is working on that live on the Audubon Wildlife Refuge. Well, last night, I got a text saying that all 3 of them were coming to church this morning too! Seeing how the Lord has answered my prayers has filled my heart with pure joy.
We don't have a washer or dryer at the house, and when I say we live in the country I mean 45 minutes away from the nearest Wal-Mart too, so after church we eat lunch, wash clothes, and grocery shop for the week. After we accomplish all of this we are going fishing with the Auburn crew (out of their crew two went to Auburn and one went to small school in Texas) on the refuge. And no boys, the large mouth bass is not king here, nor is the channel cat a prized fish either. The fish that anglers drool over out here is the walleye. So, trying our hardest to fit in with the locals, a bunch of rednecks will attempt walleye fishing this afternoon. Thank goodness for Field & Stream.
I woke up with Criag Morgan singing in my head, so I decided it would be a good idea to share the lyrics that I heard.
That's what I love about Sunday:
Cat-napping on the porch swing;
You curled up next to me,
The smell of jasmine wakes us up.
Take a walk down a back road,
Tackle box and a cane pole;
Carve our names in that white oak,
An' steal a kiss as the sun fades,
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.
Words and a melody like that remind me of those that I love most and can't wait to see at the end of the summer. Thank you all for your support! And now for a few pictures.
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