A small, slightly damp band of worshippers
gathered at Seaside yesterday. they had
braved the mighty winds and pelting rain of the remnants of Hurricane Patricia
mixed with Gulf of Mexico moisture from a low pressure system sitting just off the
coast and a cold front struggling to make its way through to the coast. It had all the makings of the perfect storm. But it really wasn’t all that bad. Kind of reminded us of what it is like during
a tropical storm. Lots of rain. Blustery winds. We even had some incursion into the house
this time. That’s right … a leak. Somewhere in the very center of the house
water started dripping from the ceiling.
Luckily Chris noticed it right away and stuck a pot under it. Otherwise our wood floors would have been
affected. I put in a call to our
contractor to come check it out (along with some other things as well). I had to call him anyway to hire him to take
care of the church’s damage from the violent storm earlier in the year. We’ll see what he says when he calls back.
I have two final little tidbits from Noa
that I haven’t shared yet. One afternoon
after her nap she had some information for us.
“I cleaned my buggers out in my bed.”
We weren’t even sure how to respond to that one. Still aren’t. Ah, the joys of having three older brothers, I
guess.
She also worked very hard at drawing a
picture. The older kids were doing
schoolwork, so she had to fit in.
Her picture was very precise and
tiny … dainty even. It consisted of two
little tiny curved lines touching each other.
That was pretty much it. I asked
her to tell me about her picture, and she obliged. “It’s a baby holding her Mommy.” Of course it is. It’s all about perspective.
Hebrews 12:14 says, “Make every effort to live in peace with all men and to be holy; without
holiness no one will see the Lord.”
Father, help us to have the proper
perspective when it comes to trusting you.
Baby holding her Mommy. Yep. That’s us.
Amen.
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