MEDITERRANEAN

First, I'll answer a question or two:

From my sister-in-law, Connie: Who are the people behind me?

I think they're spies. Although they looked exactly like people from our group, you can't be too careful these days.

Also, from Connie. I had a typo giving my website. You've probably figured it out by now--or have gone on to someone else's website. It's www.martymagee.com

Please pardon the white ugly satchel-looking thing on my front. Though I like the Mediterranean, I didn't want to lose my passport and stay there until Jesus comes--

Though it was tempting. I loved the Mediterranean. I'd like to go back and sit and put my feet in the warm water and feel the sand between my toes. Of course, I'd have to be always watching over my shoulder for those spies. I'm almost willing to take the chance.

Just a parenthetical thought: If I did stay, I'd be that much closer to the New Jerusalem!

Your path led through the sea, your way through the mighty waters, though your footprints were not seen. Psalm 77:19

Abide with me. Fast falls the eventide.
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me!
Henry F. Lyte, 1847

Wow, Henry was talking about God's abiding with him 100 years before I was born.

Tomorrow is Friday (duh). I think Friday will be thanksgiving day on my blog. That's not an original idea. One of my sister, Jodie's talk radio people does that. So, be thinking up your thankful stuff. I don't want to be talking to myself (anymore than I already do).

G'nite from the beautiful Mediterranean.