I ate and ate and ate until I could eat no more. This weekend in Texas I ate my sorrows away. We made all the local stops that I love: Freebirds, Pappasito's Cantina, Wings 'N' More, DICKEY'S, Paris Coffee Shop. To say the least, I'm stuffed. Literally. I didn't eat dinner on Sunday evening and no breakfast this Monday morning. I could skip lunch and be just fine. I think I gained an extra 10 pounds this weekend but it was worth every bite!

I couldn't have asked for a better time in Ft. Worth. I visited with church members of the church (Fortress) where I pastored, prayed with my friends and yes, farted and played XBox. While there was not a spare moment it was a good time. My friends were quite generous with us not allowing us to pay for meals or our airfare. Laura and I were overwhelmed with their generosity.

I can't imagine going through this time alone. Green Day has a popular song I like called "Boulevard of Broken Dreams". It's a song lamenting one's lonliness and alone-ness. While I often feel this way it is so not true. It's a lie. This weekend was yet another way of God saying that we are not alone in this journey. My prayer is that I will be the kind of pastor who is as giving as my friends were this weekend. We are not alone. And this will carry us forward.