Joel preaches every fifth Sunday, so November 30 we filled an entire pew with family (and Kelly Taylor!). The message was “He is the potter, we are the clay.” I won’t even try to summarize, because it will be a pathetic interpretation that doesn’t do him justice. Centenary is blessed to have him, and I don’t just say that because he’s my husband. 
After church, we headed to lunch and then over to Grandma’s to visit. Cole kept everyone laughing, between chasing Grandma across the floor to hugging Santa. In the other corner, Bekgah and Joel and I wrestled the tree into place. I do mean, wrestled. 
After church, we headed to lunch and then over to Grandma’s to visit. Cole kept everyone laughing, between chasing Grandma across the floor to hugging Santa. In the other corner, Bekgah and Joel and I wrestled the tree into place. I do mean, wrestled. 
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