I did want to say a quick word of honor to
Travis Allen. We were there when Travis
was born, and have followed his progress ever since then. I went to what was supposed to be his
induction into the National Vocational/Technical Honor Society at Ball High
yesterday. I say ‘supposed to be”
because he did so much of the work preparing for the ceremony that the group
decided he should be treated as a senior member instead and given a place on
the program. Congratulations, Travis.
We also kept Kel and Christina’s boys while
Mom and Dad signed the closing papers to sell their house in Galveston. They took Noa with them, though. Still too soon to leave her since she is
nursing. Plus she does make for quite a
conversation starter. When they got back
Christina asked each of the boys what they wanted to be when they grow up. Jachin’s response I have heard before. He wants to be a professional baseball
player. A worthy goal. One I had most of my life until I was 35 or
so. Micah’s was a bit different. He proclaimed that he wanted to be a police
officer. Chris asked why not a
fireman. He responded, “Not a
fireman. They are too scary.” OK.
Josiah was next. He thought only
briefly before blurting out, “A Skylander.
I gonna be a Skylander.” Ah, kids
these days and their video games. Hope
he gets some cool superpowers.
I’m off to the bait shop.
Psalms 91:5-6 says, “You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day,
6 nor
the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at
midday.”
Father, grant that kind of peace to all my
family and friends. Amen.
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