June 3 – “New Visitors”

Well, after a fairly quiet … no, an incredibly quiet (as in, no video game sounds or light sabre battles or tiny little arms tugging along a hapless doggie and saying, “Frederieke hebby”) … afternoon and evening of recuperating from vacation and visitors, the excitement really started up for us again last night and especially early this morning.  No, Mickey Mouse didn’t magically appear at our door offering us a free return trip to Disneyworld just because we were so wonderful last time.  And it wasn’t another miracle comeback by the Astros.  They lost (but they did do pretty well.  And Keuchel even seemed like his old self for six innings).  No this excitement was strictly weather related.  And it hasn’t stopped yet. 

Sometime during the night some new visitors arrived - thunderstorms started rolling in from the Gulf.  And they brought wave after wave of heavy rain and booming thunder.  Fortunately, the brand new transformer that appeared with its cascade of mineral oil while we were gone appeared to hold its own, so we had none of the intermittent flashes of power on and off that were so common with the old one.  But boy was it ever loud.  Now this morning the thunder abated somewhat, and it just the sound of the rain pelting against the roof.  You know that sound.  The one that makes you want to stay in bed all day and just listen to it.  I did just that.  Well, at least until a little after seven.  That’s a good hour past my usual time to roll onto the floor and start creaking around. 

While we were having some breakfast this morning a guy in a truck parked across the street.  Not so unusual.  He exited his vehicle.  Not unusual.  Then he crossed over to our side of the street.  Getting strange enough that Freddy started barking.  He passed by our house, so things settled down.  But then he came back on a return trip.  Freddy jumped into alert mode again.  This time Chris grabbed her sweater and headed outside.  I wasn’t all that sure what she planned to do, so I followed her.  The guy realized Chris was out, so he stopped and let us know what he was doing.  Apparently he had seen in the paper news of an estate sale at 7003 Sycamore.  But there is no 7003 Sycamore.  At least not unless you are in the Harry Potter universe.  We verified his discovery and sent him on his way.  Back inside we checked the paper for the snafu he mentioned.  Oops.  The mistake was his, not the paper’s.  First off, it wasn’t an estate sale, but a moving sale.  And second it was 7002, not 7003.  But we didn’t know that person was moving, either.  She just got here, not even a year ago.  I think Chris feels a little moving sale visitation in her immediate future.

Romans 8:10 says, “But if Christ is in you, your body is dead because of sin, yet your spirit is alive because of righteousness.”

Father, thank you for the rain.  And for the extra rest this morning.  Amen.