Welcome to a new column in our pages
with Pastor Kim Norwood
When I was a little boy, going on vacation each year meant leaving the flat, treeless surroundings of Lamesa, Texas, and heading to the mountains of New Mexico to go camping.
My mother could never relax while my dad was driving because he loved to look at the scenery. Mom would often have to tell my dad to keep his eyes on the road because he was easily distracted. Seeing mou…