Wonderful Days of Yore

Big Sister has been drifting through my dreams a lot lately. The other night we were on stage, belting out “Heartbreaker,” and I woke up aching to step back into those wonderful days of yore. Traveling coast-to-coast, sharing my God-given gifts was a privilege beyond measure.

Our final concert was in August 1988. I was a wife and a mother of a toddler, living in the Dallas area. Life was busy and time was in short supply. However, I always envisioned a “reunion tour,” after our kids were teenagers or maybe grown, where we recorded a “live” album at the end of the tour. That would’ve been so much fun!

But, alas, that didn’t happen. For sure, the memories made during those years are worth more to me than anything money could buy. And it is my daily prayer that the seeds I sowed during those traveling days have grown into something of eternal value.

These pictures were taken at the home of David and Elaine, not long after Shelaine was born. Charles and I were in for the weekend. We were using David’s tripod, and if you’re wondering what’s so funny in the one photo, you can see the strange look Elaine is giving David, and if you look closely, you’ll see why: While we were trying to strike a pose and waiting for the timer to go off, David had rolled his pants up to full “high water” mode, which Elaine just happened to see.

Clearly, I couldn’t contain my composure—nor my pose—and then the camera clicked.

I hope your day has been a good one, dear friend, and I hope tomorrow is even better.