Sunday Night Reflections

Today was the last Sunday of our fall campaign. I can honestly say that I thoroughly enjoyed preparing and preaching each sermon in the series. (Actually, there was one week I didn't preach, the Sunday after my surgery. Lennon Noland stepped in and did an outstanding job.) Some of the topics really challenged me, but I learned a lot in my preparation. I pray we never forget that life is never hopeless because nothing's too hard for God.
Tonight's service was great! I enjoyed just taking our time singing and worshiping God. I've been wanting to do this for a while now, but it was during my recovery time, as I spent lots of time on my recliner, that I decided it was time for us to have a praise and worship service. God really moved tonight! I'm sure we'll do it again soon.
I had a good doctor's report Friday. Everything is healing the way it should. I'll just have to put up with some slight pain and soreness for a few weeks. I can't complain--God's been good.
Have a great week! Don't miss small groups this week. It's gonna be good!

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