For as long as I can remember we sat on the second pew. Mom lined the four of us up most every night, in towns in almost every state where dad was preaching. We have had some amazing experiences, met incredible people and been places other people wish to go.
For years people have asked us to write a book. Well, we all live pretty busy lives, so blogging seemed the best way to tell our little stories. Let me caution you, we are not typical. We are funny, insightful, colorful and fiercely loyal to one another. Our tales are true, unless an embellishment would make it better. Let the games begin.......2 of 4
When we were in church every night, Sam would preach and I would take care of our girls. Tina would sit at one end of the second pew and I would sit at the other. We would trap the little ones between us. Tina was always so grown up (during those years, not so much now!!). I would let the girls color and draw and such like on the paper I would bring. Then during their teen age years, they wrote notes to other kids. I thought, well that is my fault for letting them write as little kids. But, now as adults they take notes on the preaching and make their own notes for their own sermons. Maybe letting them write as kids wasn't so bad after all.
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