Growing up, we would go to the first service at church because both my parents were on the a cappella worship team.  We’d wake up early and be out the door as soon as we were dressed (Dad would hold our clothes over the heater so we wouldn’t have to put on cold clothes).  Dad would make us egg sandwiches and wrap them up in cellophane to keep them warm.  While they were practicing, Micah and I would use the wrapped egg sandwiches to keep our hands and faces warm.  He made them for us this morning and I had to smile at the wonderful memories an egg sandwich brings.  And that’s just the tip of the iceberg.  I love my family.


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