Why I love Gainesville, GA

If God has got
you living in a certain place, you ought to feel good about it. When we asked God in 1994 where in the world
we should

move once we’d sold our home in West Palm Beach, He showed us Gainesville. Here are a few reasons why I still feel good
about it.

Yesterday
afternoon, Bill, Joe, and I hopped in Clint’s boat and found our own island on Lake Lanier
(we called it “Isle of Man” as we men were its
only occupants).

Last night, Karen
and I watched the fireworks display along with a flotilla of other boats. The reflection on the water doubled the brilliance
of the spectacle.

Half an hour up
the road are the mountains and other spectacles like 150 foot high Duke’s Creek Falls. When I need to brainstorm out a problem, I’ll
grab a couple of friends and we’ll go rent a cabin by the lake in the
mountains.

On Friday I fly
to Mexico
to pick up Leah. The drive to the
airport will take me just over an hour.
If I need to fly anywhere in the world, I can often do it with a direct
flight out of Atlanta.

Recently, the
rest of the world has been discovering the combination of factors that makes Gainesville special and
is moving here in numbers. I guess it
was inevitable, but you can still get a house for a third what it costs
elsewhere.

Periodically over the years I’ve thought about moving,
but a day like yesterday reminds me we’re blessed. If you’re not in a great spot in life, here’s my invitation: move here.