My nephew, Jacob, and I at the Pecan Bowl showdown!
My sister and I headed back to the small town of Okemah where we were born (at least me) and raised, along with our two brothers, by our grandmother. There was a Friday night football game slated and we were once again caught up in the Panther Pride of it all.
I’m proud to be from a community where everybody knows your name.
I’m proud that simple living is the norm.
I’m proud that love reigns.
I’m proud that Okemah is the home of Woody Guthrie among other amazing humans.
I’m proud there’s a church building on every corner (even though some have church in their homes, instead).
I’m proud that we love those that don’t know Christ the same.
I’m proud there are no generational barriers to speak of.
I’m proud there is no mold to break out of.
I’m proud that it is stranger to have a nice car than a kind heart.
I’m proud the two rich families in town were the “strange” folk.
I’m proud that the poor embraced the rich and vice-versa.
I’m proud that the children of these families were best friends.
I’m proud that football is an excuse to be with our 4000 extended family members.