We
had some of those really strong thunderstorm cells pass over the Island
yesterday. lots of rain, and thus lots
of water on the ground as it tried to make its way to the Bay. We had several periods of flickering lights
that pretty much got the best of me. we
got the computers turned off with no problem, but every time we thought the worst
was over and I reset the clocks, here it would come again. One time I had just set the last clock down
when the lights started kicking off again.
Very frustrating. We made it
through, though, as we usually do. Even
had a few folks show up for home group last night. Oh, and speaking of home group, I totally
forgot to call Jennifer during our prayer time.
That’s on me, Jen. We did pray
for you and your surgery today, though.
The
first part of my day – the part before the rain started – was spent mowing
grass. Not ours. We finished that task already. We were just returning Nathan’s mower to him
and I decided to surprise him by doing his yard as well. I’m sure it wasn’t done as professionally as
when he does it himself, but at least I presented him with one opportunity to
not have to do anything. Well, except
maybe fix any flaws I might have caused.
I also didn’t know his “Neighbor Protocol.” There is always a Neighbor Protocol when it
comes to mowing and edging, you know.
Who is supposed to do what? How
high a lawn mower setting does he prefer?
Where is that imaginary line between properties? And do you stop there, or is it OK to bleed
over and help him out a bit? Or does he
prefer you not help at all because he wants to do it himself? See what I mean? There’s a lot more to mowing a lawn in the
city than meets the eye. Hopefully
Nathan’s neighbor will still like him.
Now
I did make one discovery while I was at Nathan and April’s house
yesterday. If there was ever any hint of
a question, any remote wondering, as to whether or not April was truly a
Vaughan woman, all that uncertainty was laid to rest. See, in their garage, mixed in with their
shovels and rakes and weedeaters, I finally found, to my utter surprise and
shock, a broom. But not just any
broom. See, it was one of those
old-timey straw brooms. Not that unusual
in and of itself. But the thing is, it
only had about three or four inches of straw left. That, my friends, is truly a Vaughan Woman
characteristic. I have to buy brooms for
us all the time because Chris will use them until they are down to the
proverbial nub. You’ve been a Vaughan
eight years, April. If it was ever in
doubt, it’s now not. Don’t let anyone
tell you different. The broom nub has
spoken.
Romans
3:23-24 says, “for all have sinned and
fall short of the glory of God, and are justified freely by his grace through
the redemption that came by Christ Jesus.”
Father,
thank you for the awesome Vaughan women you gifted all three of my sons
with. Amen.
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