Charley and my first pastor, Rev. Edmund Peters died last night. He retired from our old church in 1992 I believe, and has remained active helping with another church so I am not sure he really retired. He is someone who I don't think I will ever forget his style of conversation, his good sense of humor, and his passion as a pastor. It is sort of bittersweet that he died this week. I remember him most for lent and Holy Week services. Even his sermon two years ago, at a service at Redeemer, is the sermon I remember most. I won't go on and on about him but he was my pastor years ago and I am glad. He faithfully preached the gospel to me and my family, he was a pastor who the congregation knew where he stood and he wasn't going to change things because someone wanted to do things differently. That may not sound good to some but I appreciated that nothing weird was going to suddenly start happening. I do also rejoice with him that his suffering is over and look forward to seeing him again. I think it will take me awhile to stop looking for him at local functions though. The area will miss him too.
Married for 22 years.
Mom to eight kids 9 mos to 18 years. Life is full of parenting a variety of ages and all that goes with them and of course taking care of the ever hardworking hubby. I do still love to mow the lawn, knit a few stitches when I can, and spend time with friends when I can.