The Thoughts of a small-town man raising his family, growing a church, and building a law practice

Goodbyes. Hellos. Here I sit In Iowa Park, Texas Thousands of miles away from Barcelona, Spain In a completely different world if I stop to think about it long enough. I know that world still exists. I know people are still walking around the city as the metro travels underneath them. There are people laughing and kids playing. Cars are driving around while bikes weave in and out. The city of Barcelona is still happening even if I'm not there to witness it. Yet I feel as though something has died. A part of me? A life? A world entirely of itself? I’m not entirely sure. Memories keep coming back to me. There I sat... There I walked... There’s that building I always saw... There I am laughing with all my friends…. I find myself wanting to go back there, but where is that place? Sure the location is there but the people... the people I want to see they are no longer there. ...

Aqueduct of Segovia built by the Romans during the 1st Century   A blank space An empty space A completely open world left to the imagination as to what should be created So again, therein lies the question What should I write? What should I share with you? This week flew by zoomed by? went by too fast? Use whatever expression or imagery you desire to connote the passage of time. One is no better than another as long as the connotation is understood.  This week came and went as though I was standing beside the tracks of a train and watched it flash before my eyes as I forgot the thought I was thinking just before it came. Something tells me I actually got on and it carried me somewhere but something else tells me that I simply stood there and watched it pass me by before I had the chance to get on. Afterall, today was the second day of December. Maybe I wrote that wrong or maybe you didn't read that right.  Today is ...

It´s official I´ve started playing Christmas music. Pentatonix Vince Guaraldi Trio Rat Pack Soon I´ll break out the Country Christmas albums but my heart can only take so much at one time. Words are hard to find as I feel I have nothing to say. Life has become the same ol, same ol I walk around Barcelona likes it's home to me because to me, it is home. This weekend I was in Madrid but nothing seemed odd about that. Of course I found myself in a major European city because...because... Because this life has become all too normal to me. Words still escape me I miss home I miss my families and the feelings of warmth that only home can provide I desire to be with my family this week for more reasons than one and for one reason in particular  Yet here is where I find myself Here home has provided me with new feelings of love which I greatly admire but I´ve recognized as temporary since I got here.  What then is left to say when the temporal...