4am comes really early, but it was especially early this morning. I drank a whole tumbler full of Dunk’n Doughnuts coffee and it didn’t touch the dramamine funk I was in. I was doped up to go on our fishing trip to Panama City, FL. We went out 28 miles on a cabin cruiser (with air conditioning), and we were fishing by 8am. We traveled from spot to spot seeking red snapper and anything else that we could bring up. I did get a little sea sick (it was kinda rough), but is was fun watching my dad stumble all over the place trying to get his footing (I was stumbling too). Far more got away, than we put in the cooler, but at the end of the day we did ok, and we had some snapper and a king mackeral to show for our hunt. Our captain and first mate were great and while I am exhauseted it was a lot of fun. We left the beach house at 5am and got back at 9pm.

The plan was for the family to leave right when the boys got off the bus. But an hour and half later we really did pull out for vacation. After one trip around the block and going back for something, a trip to the bank, library, and gas station we were finally on our way. We stopped in Roanoke, VA for some dinner and fun times with family, a quick stop at starbucks (we were driving through the night you know), we begane the decent into exhaustion and madening drive into the night. We arrived in Alabama at 6am and it took all of us a couple of days to recover.
We were able to visit a horse stable that raises, feeds, takes care of feeding and shoeing, transports, trains, and shows “show horses.” These horses are worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. (It was hot, but pretty cool). Hannah-Grace wants to be a cowgirl now.
We celebrated the boys birthday by having relatives come over for hamburgers and a pool party. It was a blast and with all the adults over I was able to slip in a nap in one of the chairs around the pool. I was able to visit my dad’s shooting range and fire off some rounds. My aim is not what it used to be. I need to practice more.
We drove down to Florida and are staying in my parents beach house. It has been over 95 degrees everyday and little relief in the evenings. The beach is perfect, and we were able to cool down in the ocean. Today we went to FBC Port St. Joe and spent the afternoon and evening napping and eating dinner – mainly we were just trying to stay cool.
Tommorow, the plan is to going fishing or go to the beach – whichever the weather allows.

Yes, Hannah-Grace is FIVE YEARS OLD — wow, I really can’t believe it. Time seems to have flow by so fast. Every day she gets a little taller, and more and more beautiful. She brings joy to me and is truly my little princess. I love the times when I tuck her in, pray with her, and now (thanks to Pam G.) I have to sing a song to her every night. We have a routine where we turn on the cd player (Ms. Patty Cake of course), pray, sing, and read a devotion from a Gi Gi book. She follows me around in the yard when I do yard work, and she always wants to give me a kiss and a hug. My little princess just turned five, and I know time will be a blur, and 10, 15, 20, 25, will fly by like telephone poles on the highway. God help me to seize every day and enjoy every moment.

Among Southern Baptists the name “prayer meeting” means many things to many people. For many it means hearing people complain about health problems (which are often insignificant). For others it means gossiping about what someone else is doing “we need to pray for them because. . .” Prayer meeting for many also means a lot of talking but not very much actual praying.

Having said all that, some time ago I knew that the Lord was calling Daybreak to pray, to have a prayer meeting. My personal prayer was that when people left the time that they would not describe it as I did above. If you have been a Christian for any length of time you can easily report of a time when the “times of prayer” were just plain dead. Also, among our congregation God was moving in other people’s hearts for the need for the church to pray together. So a small group of people and individuals separately, have been praying for God to move His people to desire to pray and get right with Him.

Last night we saw God move at a Prayer Meeting. We simply read Scripture and then prayed asking God to show us what we need to apply to our lives from what was read. People shared things that were on their hearts, and we prayed. We bowed down and prayed, and we stood to sing His praises. There was some laughing and joy, but mostly there was weeping and brokenness before the Lord.

God moved on the group’s heart to covenant before the Lord our desire to put away distractions, sin, and everything that keeps us from doing what God has commanded us to do and being the people we are supposed to be. It was not planned and was not initiated by me. I led the time of prayer, but God moved in the heart of His people. We all promised before the Lord to follow Him with our whole heart. Words just can’t describe it, and it is truly one of those moments when “you just had to be there.”

At the end, the praise team led the congregation in one last song, and I walked to the back to greet people as they left. As everyone left no one really said anything and there was a quiet reverence and appreciation of an experience we shared of being with the Lord. We hugged instead of shaking hands and people just quietly walked into the night.

What will God do next? I don’t know but I’m going to follow and see. (Matt. 8:23-27 – Jesus calms the storm)

The hoods, gowns, and caps worn in academic ceremonies today are modified versions of clothing worn by ecclesiastics and students in the 12th and 13th centuries. They wore gowns and hoods to their lectures, probably for warmth in the damp, unheated halls where classes were held. The designs and colors of these costumes have come to symbolize the level of academic attainment and the institution attended.

The bachelor’s robe has an elaborate yoke but is otherwise a plain garment with a closed, pleated front and long, full pointed sleeves. The master’s robe is identifiable by its sleeves, cut for the arm at the wrist and just above the elbow, which have a distinctive oblong back and are squared at the ends. The doctor’s robe, full cut and with voluminous long sleeves, is distinguished by its rich velvet trim. Robe-length front panels and velvet sleeve bars are either black or symbolize, by their color, the field in which the doctorate was obtained. The mortarboard or tam is worn with tassels that are usually black but may represent the degree held by the wearer. (from Commencement Exercises, Spring 2009 booklet published by SEBTS).