I met the Bug Guy yesterday. Again. He was there this time. On time. Early, even. He apologized for the mix-up the day before. Even promised us a hefty discount on spraying the grass for ants the day before Bethlehem Street Market.
Chris
stayed home to clean house and get it all Christmassy before home group. It was probably a ruse to get me out of the way
so she could some steps in and do some bending or lifting or some such banned
activity. I stuck around at the church for
a while after the Bug Guy left. I needed
to finish what we started as far as cleaning out the office and storage
closet. Big job there. I got everything hauled back to its original
spot, found a new spot for it, or threw it away. I also got the floors in those areas swept as
good as I could. My final job was to
haul all that trash to the bins out by the street. There was some heavy stuff in there. But I got it into the car and drove it over
and unloaded. I was beat.
But
then, when I got home, I found that Chris had been moving king of slow. She was taking those needed breaks here and there
like she is supposed to. So I did the sweeping
and vacuuming and helped with some finishing touches on the Christmassy
side. Finesse stuff, like carrying the storage
bins out to the garage. I thought I was
tired before …
But
then, we still had home group. It looked
for a brief time as if only one person was going to be there, but a few others managed
to make it. The story was a brief one
from the Book of Judges about Jephthah and his daughter and a certain foolish
vow. Tragic tale …
But
then … nope. That’s all. We headed to bed.
1
Peter 5:7 says, “Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.”
Father,
thank you for all the work we were able to accomplish at home and at the
church. And thanks for letting sleep
come quickly. Amen.
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