Back at home place yesterday...trying to go once a week. Visited the cemetery...mama, daddy, little brothers, grandparents, aunts, and uncles, cousins by the dozens. The old hymn came across my heart through the tears. “Precious father, loving mother fly across the lonely years...precious memories”. Father, thank You for this day of life. Help me preach, teach and reach. VBS this Friday, Saturday, Sunday at LBBC. Amen.