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Normally at this time on Sunday I would be frantically writing my notes before first Sunday.  Instead, I am praying for Clay (the other one, the one with hair) to do well and boldly proclaim God’s word.

I am at my parents in Florida, sitting in the small office.  These trips now are bittersweet.  My mother has Alzheimer’s disease.  Loving her means talking and singing and holding her hand.  My step-father is bouncing back from cancer, but he is still weak. 

But this is the place of my roots and there will be a time today to see my brother and sisters and to eat my sisters fried cornbread (like Mamma used to make), and talk a little family business.  Best of all, I will take time to ride out over the ranch, see the cows and the grass and refresh that space in my soul that is still a cowboy.

 Sometimes being faithful to God means stepping away from my responsibilities to remember I am son, a brother, a cowboy.

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