No walking yesterday. Woohoo. Well, unless you count back and forth across the yard behind a lawn mower (not self propelled) and weed eater (with deadly accurate stray strips of cable that tore across my shins), followed by hedge trimming (evil demon devil thorn bush with oh-so pretty purpleness preventing me from whacking at it with abandon, as is often my desire. Oh, and the fence-climber bush that is officially too tall for me to reach in key spots). Oh … temperature? 90 with a wind chill of 102. Hot.
We
have different ways of cooling down after our outdoor stints. Chris goes and
sits in the shade in our back porch swing. I sometimes join her. Briefly.
Most often, however, I go for the inside track. Meaning I literally go inside and sit in the
air conditioning under a ceiling fan. Which are you a fan of? (See what I did
there? “Fan”).
Me
and Corey and five ladies of our home group gathered last night. It was “Farewell to Hannah” night. Not that one of the ladies was named Hannah
or anything. We’re just studying through
the book of 1 Samuel, and we have been focusing on Samuel’s Mom, Hannah, for a
week or two. Or maybe three. She’ll pop up again one more time later, but
we finished with her prayer of worship last night and poor old Elkanah’s confusing
trek back home without his son (He’s Hannah’s husband. Elkanah, not his son). We’ll be moving on to “Trouble in the Tabernacle”
when we get back in three weeks.
Philippians 2:3 says, “Do nothing out of selfish
ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves,”
Father,
thank you for the cool breeze you sent Chris outside on the swing. Thanks as
well for the miracle of modern air conditioning. Amen.
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