When we finally landed we were ten minutes after our flight was supposed to have left, so we ran (rode a train), and then ran some more. We made it to our gate as they were closing the doors. We were the last one's on. It was a relief to land in Huntsville, even if it was an hour later than anticipated.
David and Denise Dobson picked us up at the airport and hosted us for the weekend. We had an open house for people to drop by and see us Friday evening. Coming to Alabama is a little like coming home. We have built wonderful relationships with the three congregations we served for just over a year.
We had morning services on the Sabbath in Gadsden, Alabama. As always they hosted a fantastic potluck for lunch afterwards. Sitting in the dining room of their hall and hearing the chatter as everyone happily talked and ate warmed my heart. It was hard to give everyone one last hug before heading down the road to have services in Huntsville, Alabama. Huntsville hosted a dinner potluck after services, and again, the love we feel from our brethren there bolsters our spirits and warms our heart.
Sunday we head to Texas to visit my parents and sister.