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Pentecostal Road Warriors

It was after dark when we drove into our garage Monday night, completing nearly three weeks of travel time which included Jerry and me speaking at two marriage seminars and Jerry’s preaching at three churches. We also attended the ladies conference at the Doubletree which I have already mentioned, and another conference at the Rock Church in Sacramento. It has been a busy, but delightful few days.

 It was cold, and I was hoping for snow as we drove up the mountain, but the only strong elements that presented themselves were heavy rain and milkshake thick fog. Winter is my favorite season, with fall running a close second, summer next and then spring. One thing I enjoy about mountain living are the distinct seasons, each season coming with its own particular beauty, admittedly though, presenting a challenge or two on occasion. None that night though, at least after we had maneuvered through the fog. Near the sun visor in our Jeep Cherokee, Jerry’s finger pushed a button, the garage door opened, lights flashed on and we were home.

 As is advised by the water company here in Crestline, Jerry had turned off the water when we left. Before we unloaded the car, he went into the basement part of the house, turned on the water and adjusted upward the water heater.We each carried a load of stuff as we went into the cold house, luggage, shopping bags, books and such. We turned up the thermostat, and shortly thereafter warm air filled our home. It was great to be here. I love traveling–and I love coming home.

There are 13 steps coming out of the garage into our house, and after we had each made a couple of trips up, we elected to leave the remainder in the car until the morning. We pawed through the mail we had picked up at Rebecca’s, wandered around a bit, cherishing our home, took baths and plopped ourselves into bed.

Hospitality has been a highlight of this trip, and I want to write about that later, but for this night, the best place to be was home.

By Shirley Buxton

Still full of life and ready to be on the move, Shirley at 81 years old feels blessed to have lots of energy and to be full of optimism. She was married to Jerry for 64 years, and grieves yet at his death in August of 2019. They have 4 children, 13 grandchildren and 11 great-grandchildren...all beautiful and highly intelligent--of course. :)

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