Such a sweet morning to worship God with the folks at East Hill, in Pulaski, Tennessee. Our three grandchildren wanted to come with us and we had a few minutes beforehand to drive them around the square and show them the store building where we bought the high chair and baby bed that their mother used and later they, themselves, used. We still have them and, because we’re so blessed, still get to use both. We showed them the house where I brought their mama home from the hospital when she was born. The store where I bought their clothes when they had the 75 % off sale,
and the courthouse where they awarded Uncle Caleb the best-of-show in the Homecoming Tennessee parade, look the same. I showed them a yard from which we bought Mammy’s oak dresser that’s still in the master bedroom today. Then they watched their Papa preach on that same stage where the older generation saw him preach when he was 23. Many of the people who gave their mama gifts at her baby shower, before she arrived, came up and met Hannah’s children. I showed them the auditorium’s exit to the nursery, which is conspicuously in the FRONT of the auditorium, where I would carry their Uncle Caleb when he misbehaved. I told them about the 
day he kept saying loudly, as we were exiting “PWEASE, PWEASE…Don’t wear me out!” I told them that, when we came back in, with tears in his eyes, he looked over my shoulder, at the people in the row behind us, and said ” She weared me out.” Heather and Mark had us all for lunch today and they didn’t even know we were bringing the kids. (Glenn was blessed to be able to baptize Mark when he was a teenager. His dad was a great elder in that church!) What a great blessing of adaptable hospitality! The sweetest thing about the morning was worshiping God in the beauty of holiness as we were reminded of his mercies that
endure to all generations. We were thankful to bring a new generation to this place. He is so good!
Don’t forget to get your hoodie or shirt order in. We’ll be making that final order in a few days! Happy Digging!
Okay, you hoodie hoodlums! (Using “hoodlum” in the sweetest sense.) I keep getting requests for more hoodies! We are going to order ONE final time, for those of you who keep missing the memo. LOL! If you want a hoodie (or a group-load of hoodies) place your order at 
Order on the site, now, and get 20 percent off, until we move these out!
Have a great weekend! Root for your team. Visit a pumpkin patch. Have a pumpkin spice something. Take a walk and pray. And, especially, take time to pray for those who are grieving. We have several diggers who are. Love you all!
Congratulations to Kathy Chambers! In a system of study that only God could invent (truly!), Kathy is member #12,000! Kathy found us on Facebook and clicked at the right time to join us at exactly the 12K point.
It’s October. And along with “Anne-with-an-E” we are glad we live in a world where there are Octobers. With the advent of this wonderful time of year comes the beginning of Month 2 of “The Hand of God”. I’m hoping that this very afternoon holds the first of my own month two studies. For me, it will be following a zoom doctor appointment and a zoom phonics lesson for one of the grands, some catch-up from a few days I have spent off the grid, laundry and unpacking.
I’ve thought a lot about my begging this week; I mean how that the very fact that I am begging God for changes that I’m woefully incapable of effecting, is really another way to say “God, I see your glory, majesty and power…and my own worthlessness!” Thus, dividing our Asaphic psalms into categories of “begging psalms” and “praising psalms” was an exercise in that reality. We beg because He is awesome. We plead because He is infinitely resourceful and capable. We lean because He is solid, without a chance of being moved. We clasp the hand of God, because our hands are only useful when in His.