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Saturday, November 30, 2002

It is very rare to see a boat on the lake in November.  So, you can imagine my surprise when I saw a boat skimming across the lake late Sunday afternoon.  Jill and I had just finished making the final check before leaving our old house for the last time.  The house was completely empty, so I went into the living room, leaned back in my chair, and watched the glassy lake begin to fade in the sunset.  Jill came through, saw what I was doing, and plopped down into my lap.  The house was empty when we bought it; and we were leaving it in the exact same condition.  We became extremely nostalgic.  I reminded Jill that I had said, "This is the house we will raise our children in."  That was three years ago, and I still remember how Jill jumped into my arms and held me tight that day.  I certainly meant it when I said it, but the accident has changed all that. 
The water temperature was pretty cold.  Too cold to be skiing.  So we were even more surprised when the boat stopped, and a person slid into the water.  The boat took off and a wakeboarder emerged from the water.  He skied back and forth in front of our house almost as if for our amusement.  I felt myself skiing with him.  When he turned, I would turn.  When he would attempt to jump the wake, I was right there with him.  Most interesting was the way that he seemed to only fall directly in front of our house.  Each time Jill would comment on how his falls were no harder or softer than mine.  I remember very clearly what it feels like to fall while wakeboarding.  So, when he would fall, I would hold my breath for a moment just like I used to. 
Each time he fell, I heard myself saying "Please, don't get hurt."  And he wouldn't.  The boat would circle around and pull him for another run.  He seemed to be having a great time.  After some time, he skied off to the south and out of sight.  It was time for us to leave as well.  I get the distinct feeling that skiing with that wakeboarder in my mind's eye would be the last time I would wakeboard on Taylor Lake.  That chapter of my life was closing.  I gave Jill a big kiss, we packed up the van, and promised each other not to look back.
We moved into our new house over in Pearland.  It is a beautiful home.  We don't have the lake in our backyard anymore, but we do have a jalapeno plant! And a lot of other plants.  As I laid in my bed the first night in our new home, I decided to try and move my toes.  I go through this exercise every once in awhile just to see if I can move anything new.  I have always felt like I can send impulses to move my body.  Unfortunately, nothing ever moves.  To my surprise, I was able to just barely twitch most of my toes! Jill and I were shocked. 
The next day I searched the Internet to find one of the bicycle's like Christopher Reeves exercises on.  I've found one in Miami, and we're going to travel there in December.  I will let you know how it goes in the next month or so . 
The pregnancy is going great.  I have never seen a more beautiful woman than Jill is right now.  Please pray for continued good health for Jill and the baby.  In case you have forgotten, her due date is February 2nd.  Have a great holiday season.  Please, please be sure to buy a little something from www.DesignItYourselfGiftBaskets.com for a great gift and donation to S.O.U.L. Ministries!

[We have added a couple of new pictures from Chip and Danelle's wedding.]

Jeremiah 29:11 - "For I know the plans I have for you, says the LORD, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope."


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