IN WEST VIRGINIA
I'm back in the place of my childhood & adolescence for 10 days
WILD, WONDERFUL. I drove six hours from Indianapolis, Indiana to Grafton, West Virginia today. The terrain went from flat to rolling to hilly to extremely hilly. The drive across Interstate 70 was monotonous until near the West Virginia border. But the drive south on Interstate 79 from southwestern Pennsylvania into northern West Virginia was just awesome. I veered off onto US 119 just south of Morgantown, but I know the vistas on I-79 to Charleston and Beckley are incredible.
10 DAYS, 21 PRESENTATIONS. I'm here in West Virginia to speak at the Free Methodist Blackhills Camp for 10 days. Ten days! Twice a day! This is an overwhelming assignment I accepted a few months ago. At that time I thought speaking 10 times would be a challenge and a stretch. Then I learned that I am to speak each morning, too. Whoa! I have never attempted anything like this before. So, we'll take it a day at a time and, undoubtedly, I will be praying and asking for grace. Appreciate your prayers, too.
WHERE I LIVED. You may not know this: I grew up in West Virginia. I lived here from the age of six months until I was 17. My dad was a Nazarene pastor for six years in Charleston and then 11 years in Parkersburg. So, this is where I learned to talk, ride a bike, read and write... This where the "habits of the heart" were formed in me. It's been a long time since I've been here, other than very brief visits to Parkersburg. So, I am looking forward to spending time in Mountain State and among friends in the West Virginia hills.
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