I had every intention of writing this post to be published yesterday, but between baking pies and a new puppy in my life, time got away from me.
Yesterday was Thanksgiving, of course, but also the third anniversary of my ordination at
Calvary Baptist Church in Waco, Texas. I can’t seem to get away from Calvary Baptist Churches. As I sat around two tables yesterday with family and friends I just kept returning to that Sunday morning in 2007 when the church I dearly love(d) gathered around me whispering prayers, hopes and dreams for me. It’s enough to get me a little teary even now.
So many of those people in Waco have impacted my life dramatically and ways I never could have imagined when I set off for the exotic land of Texas in 2000 as an eager 18-year old freshman at Baylor University. Some days I long for Waco life in ways that I cannot even articulate. Waco felt like a security blanket sometimes. I still can’t figure out how to articulate it.
I am thankful for so much, but yesterday I was especially thankful for the presence of Calvary Waco in my life.