The Resurrection Run Revisited

56/365 morning run

By Bob Comeans

I finally gave in.

Last Saturday I ran in my first ever 5K road race. Well, ran, is a subjective term. Let’s just say I was putting one foot in front of another to achieve forward motion. I was able to keep this up for about forty one of the longest minutes I’ve experienced in quite a while.

This had all started about six weeks earlier at our church, Legacy Christian, when Pastor Roy Roberson started talking about “The Resurrection Run.”

Just a nice little activity to get people out into nature, exercising, and to raise a litte money for the Coweta Pregnancy Services. Not sure if it was to prevent, or promote, the before mentioned services. Never did find out, but I trust that it was all good. Continue reading

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More Popular Than Santa Claus

English: Santa Claus with a little girl Espera...

By Bob Comeans

They told me I was more popular than Santa Claus, and that was saying something because they had three Santa Claus.

I am an artist, a caricature artist. Have been since ninth grade, just never knew it until about seven years ago. Since then I’ve drawn thousands of pictures of kids, teens, adults, elderly, babies, pets, and everyone in-between. Continue reading

At the Window, She Was Always There

Windows

By Bob Comeans

She was always there…

Whether I was walking to my first day of kindergarten, my last day of high school, driving off to work, or moving across the country.

She was always there…

Standing at the picture window with her hand raised, a smile on her face, waving goodbye as we left one more time.

She was always there… Continue reading

Alaska, Dad, and the Queen of England

English: Steese Roadhouse in Central, Alaska, ...

Alaska Roadhouse

By Bob Comeans

Mom and Dad loved Alaska. They’d catch a plane, ride up to Anchorage, rent some kind of van, toss in a couple sleeping bags, and hit the road for a couple weeks. They never really had an agenda, just wanted to be out in it.

One late afternoon they were poking along below Fairbanks on some back road, and in Alaska most of the roads are, back road, and they got hungry. Daddy pulled their little home on wheels into a roadhouse for some early dinner. Continue reading

I was That Girl to That Man

Please welcome this guest post,

By Kathleen Comeans

That girl…that was how he began to refer to me, and I was okay with that.

I was that girl he would ask every day what was my schedule.

I was that girl he would call in the middle of the night to make sure I had made it home safely.

I was that girl who shared breakfast with him, every morning, for three and a half years. Continue reading

Murder. Anguish, Hope, and I Try to Survive

bill

By Bob Comeans

Many years ago I knew a fine young man.

He was popular, had a great personality, and could play the piano so well he could make you cry. We would go to the movies, get a pizza, or just hang out. He was about my height, with blonde hair and brown eyes.

He had a wonderful sense of humor, and especially liked to tease with his parents. He was a great kid who dressed as Santa for the younger neighbor children at Christmas. He always had a big candy cane for the little boy next door.

Norman Rockwell would have loved to paint this family. This young man had loving parents, two brothers, and a sister. God was good to this family.

I was eight years older than him, but he was one of my best friends.

This normal, well-adjusted teenager entered high school, but he didn’t finish. He entered ninth grade, but he didn’t finish. Continue reading

They Were Rock Stars

Old ladies

By Bob Comeans

I spent Friday night with 21,000 of my new friends at the local indoor arena. We were all there, to see and hear, the latest world tour of a popular musician.

She did a great job. Amazing voice, athletic body, great choreography, rocking dancers, awesome set and lighting, and a sold out house. Continue reading