It is Christmas Eve, 2008. In eight days I will have been in Nashville for exactly seven years. Seven years since I arrived here wanting to start my new adventure with Jesus on the prominent and targeted date of January 1. You see God told me to move here. The words were clear. Move to Nashville. After much volley back and forth, I acquiesced, closed my management consulting firm of twelve years, sold my two homes, packed my truck with a dog, a parrot, my most treasured works of art (not trusting them to a moving truck) and my computer which held all my business and personal records. And off we went, map in hand, purpose in mind and adventure in heart!Prior to the drive, I attended the New Year's Eve service at the church where I had served as one of five worship leaders for the previous five years and said my goodbyes to a host of loved ones, especially Mom and Dad (heart adoptions), my pastors. After that I went to the house of a gal I had dated briefly and joined in the after service celebration with several other friends. With a tummy full of hors d'oeuvres and several cans of beverages for the trip, I said a prayer, turned on the ignition and began an amazing trip that is still going on today.
I drove for sixteen hours from Miami, Florida, making a brief stop at a motel in Fort Pierce after realizing I was using the three lane highway as my very own single meandering path. I arrived in Franklin around 10:30 pm on January 1, 2002. I did it. What an adventure was about to begin...
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