Love Letter To Hickory Bend

I miss you.  I miss my church family.  I miss Sunday School, Vacation Bible School, cleaning the bathrooms, and even the rowdy UMYF.  I miss you.

I didn’t quite realize when I suddenly accepted a job in East Tennessee how rarely I would be home or how much I would miss being with you. How often have we sung John Fawcett’s great hymn, “Blest Be the Tie that Binds?”
When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.