I remember telling a good friend just after Katrina hit that I couldn't find my way home if I wanted to. He said things would eventually work out and he was right. He also said at the time that no matter where I was and no matter where my family members were (after evacuating), we were all in the presence of our Lord. Powerful.
Today we broke bread and I learned of his latest journey. May the road rise up to meet you PK7. Two especially for you...
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