It is Sunday morning and I am praising God this morning. Mike and Mikey just left for a furniture market and as Mike was sharing his feelings about going to beautiful downtown Tupelo Mississippi, Mike quietly said, "I'm glad to be going to Tupelo, a year ago I was in jail and couldn't go anywhere." I tend to get lonely and feel sorry for myself when they are gone, but this trip I am so thankful that I have a son that is alive and on his way to market to work with his Dad. And I have a husband that is happy with his work and is sharing that with his son. So I will go to church this morning with a grateful heart.