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

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...

The loss of words comes all too soon as I think of what to say in this blog. Time after time I am blessed to hear such wonderful compliments from you all as I do my best to write about my time here. And then a terrorist attack happens. And my mind doesn't know where to go. Questions get lost in themselves while words seek to be found. How am I supposed to think about anything else? Am I supposed to write at all? What am I supposed to do or say or think or believe? How am I supposed to tell you about my week or the lessons learned when so many people have died?  Who am I to speak about this matter at all? What gives me the right to comment on such a horrific event? This morning, I attempted to tell my host mother why I was feeling so sad. Yet before I could find the word for "attack" in Spanish, the feeling of sadness escaped me as I felt a sudden rush of embarrassment for not knowing Spanish in the first place.  The Absurd World presents itself when the ...