Eight Great Years

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One of our furlough highlights was spending time with our church plant friends in Fort Ogelthorpe, GA.  It was an exciting 8 years of our ministry.  Loved going and visiting with so many of our friends again.  Here are many, many pictures of friends there.  I am so sorry that I didn’t catch everyone digitally.  Especially people like Carol Magboo who gave up her home for a full week, so that we could renew and let our hair down.  She understood what we needed, having spent most of her married life overseas.  Also Penny and sweet Richard.  And so many more.  We stayed and “caught up” for so long that my face hurt from talking and smiling for that long (kind of like on our wedding day).  And yet we only scratched the surface of what has been going on in your lives with so many of you.  Won’t heaven be sweet when we can visit and commune together much longer?  We will enjoy looking at these pictures all year long.  Love you guys….please keep praying and reading our blogs.  Please continue to press on in your calling in Fort O.  There are people, just waiting to hear…..that God loves them.  Go Battlefield, go! : )

 

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Larry’s face says it all: mischief and trouble!!!! ; )

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Jacob wants to be a preacher!!!!

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Medical supplies donated! : )

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Glen flew from Phoenix to meet with us.  Though he has lived in America since teen years: a big part of his heart is still in Indonesia.

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