We stuck around Waco for a while yesterday, but we were getting a little anxious to get back home. We finally got on the road around 10:30 or so. The trip itself was, for the most part, uneventful. About the most exciting part was the fact that it actually rained on us some of the time. Our car sure needed the rinse-off after all that time in the red dirt. It is filthy. Oh, and we stopped at Buc-ees for some gas and lunch. That’s always a treat, I guess. We had our usual. Chris had a chicken fajita taco. I had a BLT. Well, half of one. I ate the rest for supper last night. They put lots of bacon on those things.
We
stopped in LaMarque to say hi to Kel and his family. And to pick up Freddy. She has been staying with them while we were
gone. They found out that the coyotes
were really on the prowl in our neighborhood, so they took her to their house
to be safe. She was waiting at the door
for us. And when we sat down, we couldn’t
keep her out of our laps. It’s good to
be missed, I guess.
We
finally officially arrived on the Island around 3:30. We were gone for almost exactly three weeks. We celebrated by crashing on the couch and
watching some of the shows that taped while we were gone. Missed the Astros game because of their noon
start, but I’ll download their schedule today to stay on top of that. Now to look toward Easter and then our next
trip – to Florida – in a week or two.
Matthew
26:38 says, “Then he said to them, ‘My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to
the point of death. Stay here and keep
watch with me.’”
Father,
thank you for a safe trip back home. Always
good to be here. Amen.
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