My church family has also supported me, even though it males no sense to them.
Well, I guess I'll tell my first funny story. I was setting up camp behind a corn crib and couldn't find the tent pole. Finally, I called Marilyn, in desperation, to see if she could locate them. She scurried from room, but no poles. What to do? To my great relief, they mysteriously appeared underneath the tent. Thank you, Lord!
Much more to say, but for now, good night.