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4:00 a.m.—the time when my alarm went off—seems like a long time ago right now. But what beauty we are surrounded by. Fourteen of us left the church parking lot about 5:45 a.m., headed south as the sun began to rise. (It's been a while since I've seen the sun rise!) Four vehicles caravanning, two other vehicles (with three more people) coming from elsewhere, we wound our way down the length of the state of Indiana and crossed the line into Kentucky just before noon.
I used to live here—well, at least in this state. As we went around Lexington, lots of memories came flooding back of our years in seminary. And I remembered again how much I love the mountains. The beauty of God's creation is never more evident than here.
So we wound through the mountains, gazed at the scenery and then turned off the interstate and headed into the real mountains. Appalachia. This area is so fascinating. As you're driving along, winding and twisting and turning through the "hollers," there are really, really nice houses and right next door there might be a shack, or a house that's been fixed up on the outside but the yard is full of junk. There is poverty and wealth side by side. And yet, there are the never-changing mountains, reminder of a God who is always here, who never changes.
Tonight we had dinner, then listened to an orientation to the way things will work this week. Now, we are tired and ready for bed. Tomorrow we will begin our project. Keep us in your prayers!
I used to live here—well, at least in this state. As we went around Lexington, lots of memories came flooding back of our years in seminary. And I remembered again how much I love the mountains. The beauty of God's creation is never more evident than here.
So we wound through the mountains, gazed at the scenery and then turned off the interstate and headed into the real mountains. Appalachia. This area is so fascinating. As you're driving along, winding and twisting and turning through the "hollers," there are really, really nice houses and right next door there might be a shack, or a house that's been fixed up on the outside but the yard is full of junk. There is poverty and wealth side by side. And yet, there are the never-changing mountains, reminder of a God who is always here, who never changes.
Tonight we had dinner, then listened to an orientation to the way things will work this week. Now, we are tired and ready for bed. Tomorrow we will begin our project. Keep us in your prayers!
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