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He stepped off the scale yesterday and emerged from the bathroom solemn-faced. We’ve paid the price for the bounty of southern celebration food in which we indulged last week, Jerry and I have, and the digits on our bold and unflinching scale glare an accounting of the flagrant, culinary indulgences.

Of family and friends last week, a distinctly different tale is told, for of nothing save gold and dazzle are those memories. Diamondesque is their shape, exhilarating is their scent, and sweet is their taste. Of generosity, pamper and beauty was formed the atmosphere during those days in and around Houston, Texas last week.

I gazed at the stunning beauty of my great-nieces.dsc_0032_21

…and visited with friends one afternoon in the lovely home of Tommy and Ann Jackson. Down one of the halls was the guest suite where we stayed from Thursday to Monday. dsc_0108

…and listened to Jerry’s beautiful, 86-year-old sister who came from Louisiana
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…and rejoiced again with this dear lady, now 97, who last year when Jerry preached received the Holy Ghost. dsc_0067

…and watched as an intense presence of God swept over the children in the Sunday night service. (I will write extensively of this later.) dsc_0064

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