Gotta say a quick “Thank you” to Lauren and Cathy for the taco soup and crab dip (No, they were not mixed together. Quite yummy apart, though). And thanks as well to Nathan. Imagine our surprise when we drove up to the house after our latest hospital stint to find Nathan’s truck in the driveway. He was inside putting together a crockpot of pork roast with all the fixin’s. Even had some broccoli in there. Nice and healthy. Tasty, too. And before he left, he fixed the leak in our bathroom toilet. Pretty good kid there.
Yesterday
was Chris’ day to bake. She spent most
of the time putting together friendship bread.
That meant she was on her feet a lot.
But to her credit, she forced herself (like it was that hard) to
take breaks and crash on the couch way more than she is used to. It still wore her out, though. She was already in bed by the time I got back
from the church around ten last night.
Speaking
of last night. I had a date to an affair
to remember. Granddaughter Cailyn
accompanied me to the annual Christmas party at Seaside. The party is usually at our house, but because
of reasons like Covid distancing and Chris crashing, we moved it to the bigger
venue. Around twenty brave souls came out
for an evening of great food and fellowship and reindeer games. There was one result of the evening that
truly fascinated me. We played a knock-off
of the popular game show Family Feud. It
was guys against girls to start out, and everyone seemed to be having a great
time. But as the game progressed, it
started morphing into everyone together against whoever the survey people
were. Answer guesses came from both
sides, no matter whose turn it was, until finally everyone joined forces to
come up with the answers. It was just as
much fun, the game went faster, and more importantly, the group seemed to bond. I think maybe because of all the political division
of the election and the enforced isolation of the virus, people just wanted to
feel a sense of unity and togetherness. It
worked. Thanks to all for coming. We’ll do this again sometime. Are they playing that one football game this
year? You know, the one with the great
commercials? Maybe something then …
Isaiah
12:2 says, “Surely God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid. The Lord, the Lord himself, is my strength and
my defense; he has become my salvation.”
Father,
thank you for all the folks who came to the party. Please draw them close to each other and to
you. Amen.
1 comment:
Thought 'leaks' should have been in the crockpot....
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