My grandmother died earlier this week. She was 93, and loved the Lord, and so although I'm going to miss her, I'm thankful she is with Jesus now - and reunited with my grandfather, her husband of 67 years.
We came up to my parent's house last night to prepare for the funeral. This morning my dad flew me back to Greenwood so I could scrub in to the c-section of one of my patients who is also a good friend.
Making the turn before landing into Greenwood.
A picture of our church from the air.