Another Atlantic Crossing

In my last posts, I had just returned to Madeira to cope with the added responsibilities of "househusband", since Abbie had stayed in the States to visit with Joy and Mark for a week or so, followed by a week and a half with her folks. Last Tuesday, the 23rd, I took off again in the direction of the US. Because of flight schedule changes, I was forced to spend Tuesday night in Newark before coming on to Arkansas on Wednesday morning.

Joy and Mark were at the airport and were good enough to loan me one of their cars to drive 2 hours to get Abbie at her parents' house. After lunch and a brief visit, Abbie and I drove the 2 hours back to Joy and Mark's house. That only lasted 2 nights.

Last night, Abbie and I came on over to Tulsa to spend a couple of nights and participate in a wedding. Jay, who spent 3 or 4 years playing basketball in Madeira, got married tonight. He was a blessing to us in the time he was on the island, and before he left, he was helping lead the youth meetings and was going with me to the prison each week. Professional basketball is a thing of the past for him now, as he has been youth minister at a church in Tulsa for the past three years or more. While weddings tend to be beautiful by nature, a few are like this one: beautiful because the Lord shines in the lives of the bride and groom. Jay and Lindsay will be used by God to bless many, we are sure.

Another wedding is coming up next weekend. This time it will be about 10-12 hours by car each way to Houston, where my nephew Josh will be getting married. By the time we get back to Arkansas from that one, we will only have a couple of days left before flying back to Madeira on Feb. 8: one more Atlantic crossing. Enough! I say...for a while at least.