Not Yet

Just dropping in to say "Not Yet." I know! You must be thinking, "Will they EVER have this baby?" Believe me, we are right there with you!

Keep us in your prayers, it really could be any day now. Keeping checking back, I'll update just as soon as we know something!

It's all about the Palm Sweat.

You're in a dark crowded room. All around you there are strangers sitting in pairs and large groups, gathered for a common purpose. All eyes are straining forward. The sound is cranked up. You're nervous, "Is it going to happen?"

The previews roll by and the movie reel begins to tell its tale. You're so nervous, more so than you've ever been. "It really could happen!" Slowly and with great patience you begin to move your hand to the arm rest, palm up. "Come on. Come on." Half way through the movie the moment arrives, CONTACT! "Hello, command we have contact! The bait is taken, Mission: Hold Hands has officially been accomplished!"

Seconds later, contact is broken. All of your effort has been ruined! The culprit? Your friend and mine, sweaty palms.

It happens. Why? God's funny little joke on humanity. Sweaty Palms. We get nervous, we sweat, that sweat congregates religiously like a gospel meeting in the palms of your hands. How do I know this? I've lived the life my friends.

Here lately it seems I walk around with sweaty palms on a consistent basis. Kari and I are mere WEEKS away from Baby Time USA, and the anticipation is killing me! Every time I leave the house I'm on pins and needles. My phone rings and (It doesn't matter who it is) I answer, "Are you on your way? How long do I have?" Then the phone slips from my grasp because of, you guessed it, sweaty palms.

So, what gives you sweaty palms, or your equivalent? Have a seat and share.

The Front Porch

Have you ever lived in an older city? By which I mean a city that has been established for quite some time. Anderson, SC (where Kari and I currently live) was founded in 1826 and I would consider Anderson, at least the original Anderson, an older city. Cities that have been around since the 1800s are different than the more modern cities we live in today.

The streets are different. The shops are different. The homes are different. The way they are put together suggest a different way of life. I always find it interesting to take a walk through the older parts of Anderson. You get a feeling for the way things used to be. What do I mean by that?

The biggest difference in the layout of homes in old Anderson and the newer parts are the front porches. In the older parts of Anderson all of the houses have front porches with walkways extending out a short distance to the side walks running the streets. You can just imagine a time when people walked everywhere they went. You can envision a time when people came calling on these homes and were invited to sit there on the front porch and pass the time talking. The pace of life was much slower. People took more time to talk to one another. Your neighbor wasn't someone you avoided making eye contact with on the way from your car to your door, but someone you trusted and cherished.

Today our homes are entered from the back or from garages. The fronts of our homes are uninviting. The pace is much faster and we don't have time to pass the day in pleasant company. Anymore, if we have porches they are hidden away in the back and rarely used to entertain guests.

So here we come to it, my ironic attempt to reclaim the past. This blog will be my virtual porch. Here I would like to share some of my thoughts with you, my guest. Don't be shy. Come on up the walkway, sit down, sip some tea and lets talk. Welcome, to the Front Porch.