WALKER TALK: JASON MET A BEAR

Jason sent us these pictures with a story on the back of the pictures. We think this bear statue is located in Vidor, Texas where he served for 6 months. We not only got a big laugh out of his story, but were glad that he is having fun on his mission. He has had over 20 baptisms in the 7 months he has been there and we have received many phone calls and emails telling us how great he is and what a dedicated servant of the Lord he is.

Enjoy the story.

Once I met a bear on my travels in the East of South Texas.

He was not a nice bear and roared at me! RAWRRRR!!! (Notice the tie being blown back.)

So I ran around him and came at him with a flying punch!

We met face to face in combat while I threw a Round House Kick!!!

He begged for mercy and through it all we became best friends. The scars where replaced with healing love.

The End

ANOTHER PICTURE FROM BEAUTIFUL HAWAII

THANKFUL FOR MY IRISH ANCESTORS

I never knew how much Irish ancestry I had until my wonderful Aunt Carol wrote this awesome history about my Dad's ancestors. There are still 8 castles partially standing over in Ireland that belong to my ancestors. Most of them (14 of them) fought in the Revolutionary War so that I could enjoy what I have today. There is also some tie to Bunker's Hill and Breed's Hill.

St. Patrick's Day never used to mean much to me until I knew my ancestry. Now I take time to think about them a little bit more during that time. I am grateful to them for being so brave and courageous to leave so much of what they had to come to America and start new. I am somewhat what I am because of them. I can't wait to thank them in person some day.

THE TWO SIDES OF WINTER

Have you ever noticed that there are two sides to winter? There is the beautiful side. The sun shining on the snow on a crisp morning. The silent snow falling in the full moon. The quietness that a snowy night brings. I love so much about winter and the fun and beauty that it brings. But there is a sad and lonely side to winter. When we were coming back from the cabin the other night we rode through the desolate camp grounds. The picnic tables where barely poking their tops through the snow. Somehow it made me sad and lonely. I realized then that winter has two sides to it.