Such a sweet letter from Clyde Chambliss, such a blessing for us.

Fwd: Katie Grace Bowman

Happy Birthday to my Angel in Heaven. I miss you more and more each and everyday. I thank God everyday for allowing someone like you , as special as you are , watch over a girl like me. I love you to the moon and back.

I've spent most of the night cleaning, trying to keep my mind busy; I couldn't sleep. I can remember every detail from that day, or it seems like it & I've never been able to. I can remember the phone call saying he'd been hurt & I called the hospital & ask the nurse who answered if I needed to find a way down there somehow (I was in a wheelchair at that time & Randy said they had not told them anything). I called mom, managed to dress myself & get outside.Randy Powell came to load me & mom was there to drive. About the time Randy loaded me, my Randy called & said "he's gone", all I could do is scream.  Ann showed up & drove us, I couldn't get there fast enough to see my baby & then I didn't want to leave him. My heart breaks for all moms who loose a child, for any parent; but I know how the mother feels. They are part of you, you carry them 9 months then bring them into this world not ever thinking they would go before you. 

Couldn't forget about my Angel today. Just wanted to wish my Angel in Heaven, a Happy Birthday!! Words couldn't ever express how much I love you and how much I miss you. Still to this day I say to myself "Could you just come back?" Just one last time , so that I could give you the biggest hug and not have to let go. It's been one of the hardest years for me. That's for sure. Only because you're not here. Always know that you cross my mind everyday and I think about you quite often. There isn't a day that I don't catch myself trying to conversate with you , but I know that you hear me. And that's the best part. I'll say this much... I'm 100% blessed to have an Angel like you watching over me. I love you Bobby Davis!!

My Angel has been gone for a whole year today. I miss you every single day. Words will never express how much I adore you and admire you as a person. I looked up to you just about all of my life. You were like a brother to me. Played a role as one like no other and you still are. I'd be lost without you. I don't think I could say that I completely lost you only because you're still in my heart and up above watching over me and caring for me just like you did back in my younger days. I love you very much sweet Angel. ❤❤❤ The memories with you were the best because I got to make them with you. You're still my favorite.

I still have my Bible from Highschool. Bobby always taught us to write stuff down to help us remember. I wrote  and underlined alot of stuff he taught. Here is a teaching in psalm 138. from him from back in 02. This teaching reminds me alot of him.one verse says you made me bold. That he was. Bobby was one of few people who ever hugged me when i was young. He taught me it was ok to love, to apologize when wrong and to forgive. He taught me that i had worth. He helped lead me to Christ. I will forever be grateful that i was given the chance to know him.He had a heart of gold and a fire in his soul.This Bible is one of my most treasured items. 

Gene Kamena | Alabama Voices

Jan 28, 2016

A friend of mine was killed last week in a tragic workplace accident. He was only 35 years old, and yet he touched so many lives during that short time. He was not a wealthy man, but he had wealth most of us only dream about. He did not have a doctorate from a fancy university, but he knew more about life and people than anyone I know. His passing caused me, and I think many others, to stop and reevaluate our own lives. I found myself asking questions that were difficult to answer: How am I living this precious thing we call life, what do I really value, and what will I leave behind when my time comes?

Bobby lived Big. He put his whole being into his work, his family and his friends. He was my friend, and I don’t make friends easily. His death caused me to consider the finite days that I have left on this earth, and like many others, I have wasted too much of my time chasing material possessions and wealth. Sadly, I once calculated my value, as a human being, by solving equations that usually include dollar signs. In contrast, Bobby’s wealth was gauged by love and relationship. His death snapped me out of my life’s trance and forced a reassessment of what really matters.

Our ability to think past the “here and now” and to contemplate our own fate separates us from other species. When my mind turns to these matters, I recount the “regrets” of an unthoughtful life. If honest with myself, I say that I am remorseful for: spending too much time at work and away from my family, not seeking-out the inherent worth of people, and chasing temporal wealth. By contrast, I don’t think that Bobby had regrets; if he did, he certainly did not allow them to affect how he lived his life or how he treated other people.

When the time came to bury my friend, I went to the church and was taken back by the number of people who showed up to say farewell. While standing in line to visit with the family, I had the opportunity to look around and observe people, lots of people: more people than I even know. The church was filled with folks from all walks of life: businessmen in three-piece suits and construction workers on a break from the job. There were young and old, rich and poor standing in that line with me; I felt small. My life felt small. Bobby was the only thing that all of those people had in common. He touched us all because he lived Big; he made us better people for having known him. He was a hugger; he cared about me, but wanted nothing from me but my friendship. While standing in that line, I realized that real wealth, the only thing that truly matters in this life is how we touch the lives of other people. Bobby taught me to work hard, love fully and to live Big. I am a better person because Bobby took time to be my friend.

Friends this is the person, this is the place, where I can honestly say my Salvation began and I am so proud to share my heart with you. 

Back in January 2016 I attended the services of a Christain man - a cousin, who's life was suddenly taken from this earth to the Heavens. At the time I think most everyone was is shock. Bobby was too young, too giving, such a servant, lived what God desired, lived his life to be the hands and feet of Jesus to so many, and was such a blessing to anyone who God called him close. Bobby was exactly what a true Christian is and was radiant in his doings for Gods glory. He was TRULY a Christian man. 

Shortly before attending Bobby's services COTH 21 Days of Prayer had begun. I was already embarking on my spiritual journey, but I can honesty say that Bobby changed it all. I already had an idea of the path I desired, but after seeing him in his resting place, something hit me and it hit me hard. Life is just too short wait until "I" am ready. Most importantly, God has been waiting for me for 39 years!! It was time that I followed him and yourned more of Him and less of me. 

I clearly remember the first Wednesday night service at COTH that followed Bobby's memorial. THAT, that was the night that I totally surrendered and gave my life to Christ. I surrendered because Bobby helped me to realize that God is bigger than me. I surrendered because, I too want to be the hands and feet of Jesus with the time I have left. I surrended because Bobby made me realize that it is not about "my" wants but it is all about HIS. 

Bobby was not just an inspiration to many while here on this earth, but maybe without even knowing he was and is THE reason I was lead to the Lord. He lead me to salvation without even saying a word. 

RIP Bobby Davis. Although I am jealous we can not see your contagious smile, I thank you for leading me to our glorious Father who is standing right there with you in Heaven who I imagine is saying to you "Thank you good Son, of them all, she was the one I intended". xoxo, Michelle