July 20 – “Nice shot”

I went to a luncheon meeting yesterday over at First Baptist Church Galveston.  It was touted as a farewell meeting for the retiring pastor there.  They made a big deal of the occasion.  The food was like something out of a magazine.  Twice baked potatoes (one of my personal favorites), fresh green beans with almonds, and a chicken breast rolled around butter and spinach and deep fried.  Interesting taste.  Wouldn’t order it in a restaurant, but it was good.  I met the guy and his wife who is the pastor at Primera Iglesia Bautista in Galveston.  They used to be missionaries in Spain, so we talked a little about Josh having just been over there. 

And while we talked I received a text from Chris.  Very short.  Very simple.  “I have a video.”  And I immediately responded, “Is it wiggling?”  No further information was forthcoming.  Understand our shorthand yet? 

She eventually sent me the video.  She couldn’t wait until I got home.  And it showed … that at least one of our Waco grandsons is a right decent shot with a B-B gun.  All three of the boys were lined up out in their back yard.  Zak and Caleb with B-B rifles and Luke with a cap-gun pistol.  They took aim at what appeared to be a huge wasp nest in the trees behind their house.  They fired as one.  And the wasp nest exploded into a mass of falling confetti.  Pink confetti.  Caleb, who desperately wanted another brother, realized right away the significance of the pink shower.  His head drooped.  His gun fell to the ground.  Something of a low growl emerged from the depths of his soul.  Zak turned around with a huge grin on his face and commented, “All right.”  Luke was proud that he had shot his gun.  Then to solidify the message, the next scene showed them each munching on cupcakes.  With pink icing.  And Caleb’s expression was a bit more resigned to his fate, but still held a bit of a twisted demeanor.  Luke was called upon to make the announcement verbally.  He did an admirable job.  His Luke-ish grin and his “Hab little sister” will live on in all of our hearts.  And to finish off any doubt that might still be underlying, the final scene was the ultrasound photo … overlaid with a big old pink bow.  One would think they were having a little girl.

I understand Caleb did eventually come around, though.  He has since warmed up to the idea and is working hard to input his ideas for girls names into the mix.  I understand Lucy and Violet are his current favorites.  I also understand that all three boys (not to mention Dad) are going to be keeping those guns cleaned and ready.  I pity all future suitors for the hand of that lovely young maiden.  Wait.  No, I really don’t.  In fact, maybe I should at least keep my airsoft gun unclogged …

Romans 15:7 says, “Accept one another, then, just as Christ accepted you, in order to bring praise to God.”

Father, thank you for yet another precious life set to come into our family.  And a female one, at that.  Amen.