Remembering Things....Some I Didn't Expect

Ok, I've been hear in Dallas for almost 2 days. I'm hear to talk and think about the future. But heart and my mind is being drawn back in time. I'm constantly running in to things, places, sounds, smells, weather, and people that take me back to a four year stretch of time that seems a million years ago in a galaxy far far away.

I remember that Dallas is rich. There are Porches, BMW's, Mercedes, Ferrari's everywhere in this town.

I remember that I too use to whip in and out of bumper to bumper traffic at 80 mph on 75 north, while writing something down and looking in the back seat running my mouth. My mom hated driving with me in Dallas. I remembered why.

I remember that I hate the Cowboys.

I remember that it's hot here.

I remember that it rains hard here.

I remember that chill that runs up my back every time I see the DTS campus with that sign saying PREACH THE WORD. I remember I'm responsible to do that.

Here's what I else I remember that I didn't expect to remember and yet these are the memories that flooded in from nowhere and caused me to tear up every time. And this is to Sarah mostly:

I drove by Ivanhoe Apartments where we first lived. I remember our car getting mistakenly towed our first night there. I remember two people got murdered for about 50 bucks right outside our door. I remember moving a month later!!!

I drove by a street---Oh no, not Larmanda.

Look that's Thanksgiving Tower with the Blue stripe across the top at night. Sarah worked there.

Oh, there's that golf course I ran by at 2am one night.

There's the bench that Sarah and 1 year old Danny used to wait for me after my preaching classes to see how I did and to give me a kiss before I went to work.

There 802 Swiss Tower over looking the Cotton Bowl.

There's Baylor Hospital where the Jack Hammer was born.

There's the path I sprinted through from the Campbell Center to Swiss Tower. I'll never forget sitting in Old Testament Prophets when a secretary brought a note to Dr. Constable. He read it, looked up at me, walked over and whispered, "It's Sarah, you better go." We lost our baby that day. All of that in a little strip of land.

I remembering and discovering that God taught me so much here that was never mentioned in that admissions catalog. Thanks God.