From Mississippi to Tennessee Over The Weekend

Today's post will be a pretty quick account of our weekend. I will be pulling the BoggsMobile in the shop in just a few minutes so I need to wrap it up before then.

We had a great day at Forts Lake on Friday. Sis. Ruthie Cauley prepared an awesome meal for lunch Friday including a wonderful pot of shrimp gumbo. It was fabulous as usual. We enjoyed the meal and the visit with friends.

We finished revival Friday night.

It was a wonderful service and it was kind of sad to pull away from our Forts Lake friends. We sure appreciate Pastor Tim Cauley and all of his folks for their kindness and hospitality.

But the road was calling my name as usual. We had loaded the Green Machine in the trailer and disconnected the water and electric before church.

All we had to do after we said our goodbyes was load the sound equipment in the bus and hook up to the trailer. We were pulling out at 10:15.

We drove 110 miles and stopped about 12:05 AM at a rest area along I-65 in Alabama.

Early the next morning we cranked up and prepared to leave. The rest area had a place to empty our holding tanks so we pulled up and took care of that job. Next to the sanitation island was what we call an Attack Sign. We see these all the time. Whoever installs these attack signs must drive cars and pick up trucks and do not think about taller vehicles.

The RV that was attacked by this sign left the rest area with a bad scratch that is for sure!

We drove about 415 miles and pulled into East Tennessee Luxury Coach in Vonore, Tennessee Saturday evening.

We removed the car and dropped the trailer before parking the bus.

Here we are among the other buses.

Sunday morning we drove about one hour and 20 minutes to begin revival at Beechfork Holiness Church.

It is wonderful to be with our dear friends at Beechfork. Pastor Herman Woods and his dear wife Sis. Margaret have been so special to us for many years. We love coming here and love having revival with all of these fine folks. God visited us both services Sunday and Sunday night was really special. We are planning to be here through Wednesday night and we are looking forward to it.

I hope you had a great Sunday too.

Davy

View Out The Front Window March 22, 2015

Check out our posts from this last week at the links below.

Odie's Saturday Post

Forts Lake Assembly - Revival In Pictures

Will Conservative Churches Eventually Surrender On Homosexual Marriage?

The Church Sign

Working On The BoggsMobile

Sunday At Tanner Williams and Forts Lake

We are now in Vonore, Tennessee. It is a little cooler here than it was in the south but it is still very beautiful.

Here is our view out the front window when we stopped at a rest area in Alabama late Friday night.

Same view Saturday morning.

This morning we are planning to begin revival at Beechfork Holiness Church near Wartburg, Tennessee. We are excited to be with our friends again. We are parked at East Tennessee Luxury Coach in Vonore, Tennessee. The BoggsMobile will be having a little work done while we are in revival. I will be telling you about it later.

Here is the view out the front window at East Tennessee Luxury Coach.

I hope you have a great Sunday.

Davy

I Love My Uncle Steve!

Hey friends, we have once again arrived at Saturday. I hope you have had a grand week. Our week has been superb!  I always enjoy being with our friends at Forts Lake Assembly in Moss Point, Mississippi. 

Today the BoggsMobile is traveling toward Tennessee. Sunday through Wednesday we will be in revival at our Tennessee home. We are excited to see Pastor Herman Woods and everyone at Beechfork Holiness Church. 

This Thursday and Friday we plan to be in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. I am looking forward to a wonderful Pentcostal Fire Youth Conference. Next Saturday check here for my notes and we will have pictures from PFYC. 

Yesterday my Uncle Steve Boggs celebrated his birthday. Happy belated birthday, Unk!  He does a lot of behind the scenes work for us in order to make our life on the road a lot easier. Thank you, Steve, for all your help!!

A couple weeks ago I shared a funny memory of a special moment with my Uncle Tommy.  That triggered some memories I have with my Uncle Steve. 

Uncle Steve has always looked out for me. We have had some adventures. He was my babysitter sometimes when I was little and we always had a lot of fun. He says I am a pretty good kid and always stay where you put me; unless you park my wheelchair on a hill. We have had some wild wheelchair rides through the years. 

Uncle Steve would give me a "Juice It" to drink in the mornings. When he first woke up he would try to take a drink of my juice. I refused to share with him. I told him, "Uncle Steve, you make it taste funny." I guess I was not very tactful when I was young.

Many days we played with cars. He had a groovy race track. I always felt big when he let me play with him. 

One day, when I was around 3 or 4, I was grounded from chewing gum. Uncle Steve sneaked me a piece anyway. Be sure your sins will find you out. I ended up with gum wadded up in my long hair. He was freaked out trying to figure out what to do. I remember crying because Steve panicked and said we would have to cut my hair. 

Dad had heard peanut butter would get gum out of hair. My uncle laid me on the kitchen counter and put my head over the sink. Very patiently Uncle Steve used peanut butter to strip the gum from my hair. Then he washed and brushed my hair. I do not remember him giving me gum ever again.

Uncle Steve also passed on a love of food to me. Well I guess all our family loves food. We are happiest when we are eating. 

Over the last several years Uncle Steve has raised chickens. You know you are loved when you get a chicken named after you. He had a chicken who could not walk right on its little deformed feet, so he named it Odie. One day Steve text me and said, "It is a miracle! Odie is healed and walking just fine." 

One final story before I close. This is my most embarrassing moment. On a cold January Sunday afternoon when I was 13, we were leaving Mamaw and Papaw's after a family dinner. Dad was carrying me down the icy steps. Dad slipped and fell, but he gave me a cushioned landing. The family ran outside in the frigid weather to check on us. 

Uncle Steve came to my rescue. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of taters. When he picked me up he was standing on my skirt. In the end I went up and the skirt came down. There I was hanging over Uncle Steve's shoulder right in front of God and oncoming traffic in nothing but my coat and slip My family was laughing so hard that they could not even get the skirt back on. 

I never wore that skirt again. To this day I am cautious of my skirt when Uncle Steve comes to my aid. LOL!!! 

I love you so much, Unk!

I hope you all have a wonderful spring weekend!

Odie