Boston or BUST!

boston.jpgThis morning I was gathering last minute items for my last minute trip to Boston.  God gave me some very specific items to bring:  a journal that I’ve recently purchased and the first “grown-up” Bible that I have owned.  So…I gathered the two books and was ready to put them into my bag when I saw a piece of paper sticking out of the Bible.  I pulled it out and saw a money order that I purchased almost two years ago.  The money order was made payable to Gordon Conwell Theological Seminary…but was never sent.  Do you know where that is?  South Hamilton, MA….right outstide of Gloucester, MA.  Hmmm…I got the inkling that God is going to do something this weekend.

Then…about an hour ago, I received an email.  My aunt has to work this weekend.  She asked if I still want to come up.  That means that not only will I be in Boston, but I’ll have free time in Boston.  I love her to death, and I love spending time with her…but I really wanted some alone time in Boston.  I get the inkling that God is going to do something this weekend.

Then a comment was made here at work…and I get the inkling that God is going to do something this weekend.

Boston or bust.

Oh yeah…did I mention that the BoSox are playing on Saturday…tomorrow…at flipping FENWAY PARK?  Do you know where that is?  Boston.

This is going to be a great weekend.

Don’t worry.  I’ll blog 🙂

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One Response to Boston or BUST!

  1. markcole says:

    Its Wednesday and you still haven’t blogged! How did Boston go?

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