For the final night of 1998, I attended a prayer service at Brownsville Assembly of God and afterwards I was at a nearby Methodist church until 1:30 a.m. Several different praise bands were playing. It was mainly a youth service. I knew no one there but Jesus and had an amazing time.
And God reminded me then that life would be similar to that event. I would always find myself worshipping with different groups of people.
I have been been waiting in line in front of Brownsville Assembly for most of this New Year’s Day. God is good.
I miss home though. I look forward to flying back. This break has been nice, for it has caused me to appreciate my life in Virginia Beach so much better now.
Three days are left here.
I may return here, or I may never see this land again.
Yesterday I took a drive and ended up in a small country town by the name of Jay, Florida. Many people call me Jay. And that’s where I was during the final sunset of 1998. The land was so flat, the color of sky took my breath away.
I enjoy mine greatly.