I remember when Deron and I took a group of teens to Jamaica on a mission trip. When we arrived at the airport, each of us grabbed our bags and headed to our destination. Upon getting settled in, I heard a knock at the door. It was Pastor D asking me to come look at his bag. He had mistakenly grabbed someone else’s bag that was identical to his. The odd part was what was in the bag. He showed me a pair of pants that would have wrapped around him two or three times, a water hose and a pot. He said, I’m not sure what happened to my stuff, but I don’t think any of this will fit me. Of course I suggested he try them on, just to make sure. He didn’t, but we laughed for a looooooong time about the mixup!
What fun I ALWAYS had with one of my dearest and closest friends, Pastor D.
I will miss you until heaven.
Love,
Your Seester, Tina Manus