Beautiful Weekend

     We had a great weekend.  A dear friend of mine was on campus Saturday for graduation so I met up with her and our other friend, Edith, at Edith's house.  We try to get together from time to time to catch up, but it is crazy how hard it is to get together.  (Seriously. Who knew being an adult was so crazy.) We didn't have too much time together, but it was a fun few hours :)  Sunday, Eric preached at Saddle Creek in Little Rock. (One of his former professors is their interim pastor and asked Eric to fill in for him.  Pretty big honor since Dr. Carter taught Eric Homiletics!) Typically I am a nervous wreck when Eric preaches.  I have normally heard and read his sermon several times by Sunday and I spend the whole morning praying he remembers everything.  This Sunday I asked if I could not do that. I didn't want to know his sermon points. I wanted to just listen.  This is definitely the way to go!  My husband is a great preacher.  His way of preaching is very conversational, like a teaching lesson more than a sermon. I know some people probably do not like this style, but I love it.  My friend who was here for graduation also came to hear Eric preach since she lives in Little Rock.  Her twin sister came as well. It was so great to see them. (They were my college suitemates. Suitemate love!) They recently lost their mother so I was honored they chose to spend part of their Mother's Day with me.  
     After church we went to lunch then headed down to the great Arkansas County.  It's amazing to me how I can love that place so much.  The second I begin to see miles and miles of fields, my soul knows I am home.  I surprised my mom and she was so excited.  We had a great visit. Went for a ride and wound up down at the Post.  When I lived at home, we would go riding every Sunday afternoon.  It was great to do that again yesterday.  (By the way, does anyone else do this? or is it a south Arkansas thing? Either way, I love it).  
     We do not seem to understand how much we miss home until we are leaving.  I honestly hope that we are able to live closer to home some day.  I am the first person in my entire, and I mean entire, family to not live in DeWitt.  Because of this no one seems to understand why I have not moved back yet.  I was the only person to go off to college, and that was a hard concept for them. But they just assumed I'd move back afterwards.  After days like yesterday, I sometimes wonder why we haven't.