Heading Home


Usually, I’m excited when I see these bridges because it means I’m crossing over into Mississippi and getting closer to home for a visit. This time, the feeling was different. Rusty and I were headed home for a memorial service for his dad, R.G.  

We hadn’t been inside the country church where the service was held in a very long time. It hadn’t changed much through the years and it brought back memories for me of attending revival services, wedding and baby showers, and birthday celebrations there. It was nice to see friends and family that came to pay their respects, but would have been better under different circumstances. 

As time goes by and we lose more loved ones, we’re reminded of just how short life is here on this earth. 

Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered—how fleeting my life is. You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand. My entire lifetime is just a moment to you; at best, each of us is but a breath.” -Psalm 39:4-5


VAPOR - RYAN STEVENSON


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