Hey, first of all, when Hulk Hogan showed up on Monday Night Raw to the tune of “Real American” I cheered like a 12 year old kid. Drake enjoyed it as well. Lots of things I want to say. Been thinking about the last 8 months. Much has happened. My life has completely changed. I have now been away from South Carolina longer than at any other point in my life. This whole deal could have gone either way. The fact that our family is intact, strong, and safe is a blessing all it’s own. The fact that we’ve come through so much makes it even sweeter. Sometimes things happen that Satan intends to destroy us. Then God shows up, protects us, and steers us through the debris. Sometimes I think about those people who um, er, eh, well, let’s say they had a different perspective than me. To them I would say, “Thank you. God has used a situation that I wasn’t strong enough for, smart enough for, man enough for, and exposed the areas of my life where He wasn’t Lord. He’s saved my marriage, my ministry, and my Mullikinness.” I will admit that there were times when I said,”If one more thing happens then I don’t think God is with us anymore.” It never did. Things got better. He never let us get to that point. It’s been hard landing on our feet, but even harder worrying about the people I left behind who needed to land on their feet as well. I wish I could have kept in touch with everyone better, told everyone how much I love them better, prayed for them better. So, where does that leave us…me and you? I’m thinking that the past is past, and the present is meant for celebrating. Celebrating friends, love, faith, fat men in Batman suits, 100 degree youth rooms, Tubeamania, gong shows, O Captains, primal yells, the Drake, the Twins, family, the farm, mission trips, in Orlando, Central, Pendleton, Aston, Philly, and Wilmington. So, where’s the party? Wherever, whenever, we take it.