Good Times …

… ain’t we lucky we got ‘em.

I ran across this picture the other day while cleaning out and packing up. In October 2001 five families met at the home of Ken and Kenwyn Trotter to begin a new church that would eventually be called Providence Church. My, how time has flown.Providence Church Beginning

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7 responses to “Good Times …

  1. Two things about this picture brought me up short…

    1. Just look how little our babies are here.

    2. I have an enormous head.

    al sends

  2. David – I’m so glad you posted this picture. Time does fly, and those babies do grow! What a blessing Providence continues to be – I’m grateful for the courage all of you had to undertake that good work.

  3. Look at the size o’ that heed! It’s like an orange on a toothpick! It’s like Sputnik. It has its own weather system!

    That was a bit harsh, wasn’t it?

    (He’ll be crying himself to sleep tonight on his huge pillah!)

  4. Rob,
    Men never really leave 6th grade do we? It is as if we are walking down the hall at school and we are trading arm punches.

    Life is hard when you have a big ol’ grape.

    al sends

  5. Al, I knew we had progressed to a new level of friendship when you told me, “Yeah, we’re having people over this weekend. When we were talking about who to invite, you didn’t even come up.”

    And we may punch each other in the arm, but if one of us really got hurt, the other one would really feel bad…until it stopped hurting, anyway.

    Oh, and one more thing…grape? It’s a melon if it’s an apple!

    And, WW2, you’re quite welcome, sir. How you been, by the way?

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