The Best Thing About Amarillo, Texas
It's hot and dry and dusty there in the summertime. It feels like someone's following you around with a hair dryer blowing in your face all the time. The nearest Italian restaurant was more than an hour away from our house -- if you don't count Pizza Hut -- which you shouldn't. It's also flat. My standard joke is that Amarillo is so flat that on a clear day you can see the back of your own head. The golf course I played there was called "Hidden Hills". And if by "hidden" one means "non-existent" then it was an aptly-named course.
There are some nice people. We made some friends there. There are also some of the meanest people I ever encountered. We got hate mail from church people.
It was the hardest time of our lives. It was some of the most profitable in terms of lessons learned. It almost made me leave church altogether. But it drove me closer to God than I ever was before.
And it solidified my marriage like nothing else ever has.
But, without a single doubt, the best thing about Amarillo, Texas is that seven years ago this morning we were given the gift from God that is Eliza Faith Turner.