I have been ignoring the call of the Lord for several months now to write. I am not a writer. I need to just start doing it, right? How many times have I denied the call to do what he has asked me to? The answer is unknown to me. I will know one day when I meet him face to face! But this is one thing I know he has asked me to do and I will do it. Did you ever think of where you would be if you had taken the time to listen? Sometimes, I think I hear him asking me to do something but I ignore it thinking, "nah, he couldn't be asking me to do that".

This past week, we had planned on meeting Valerie and Lorna (plus kids) in Little Rock for the Winter Jam. The way it was working out it would mean me driving back to Bentonville after the show on Friday. All of a sudden, I was having serious doubts about it. I had planned on this trip for 2 months and all of a sudden it was falling apart. It had been a year and a half since I had sat down to visit with my dear Lorna. It was heartbreaking to decide that this was not going to be the best thing. I did get to have a 1 hour lunch with her on the way to Memphis on Thursday. Valerie and I still got to see the concert in Memphis on Thursday and had a nice visit with my mom on Friday night instead. Saturday morning as we were getting ready to go to lunch at the Cracker Barrel, Valerie called with word that Lorna had gone into the hospital and for what we did not know. It was all starting to make sense. It was going to work out perfectly for Valerie and I to take a quick trip up the road to Searcy to see Lorna in the hospital. Fortunately her antibiotics had started doing the trick so we could have a good visit. It was what God had planned and I was so thankful THAT time to be able to hear the voice of the Holy Spirit guiding me in my decisions. Lorna is home now, and hopefully doing better. As she would say, "It's probably just the African horse flu".