We hit the workplace hard and early. Around 8:15 I started mowing and edging what little grass we have left around here. Chris raked some more of the dead stuff, and then did some sweeping of what she affectionately called “my tumbleweeds.” Sadly, we had to add an item to our Walmart list (or maybe Home Depot). The outdoor heavy-duty dust pan broke. Sigh. Another victim of Galveston rust.
Freddy also received a little attention. It was that ever-dreaded … bath day. She actually kind of enjoys it. But not until she is finally in the tub. She avoids Chris like the plague when Chris is getting everything ready. Even hides in the backyard. But once she gets that first squirt of warm water, she is fine.
Last night we went to the Seaside prayer team meeting. There was some pretty passionate praying for the upcoming mission trip to Alaska. Encouraging.
Acts 2:38 says, “Repent,” Peter said to them, “and be baptized, each of you, in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of your sins, and you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit.”
Father, begin now to guard and guide those folks going to Alaska to serve you through serving others. Amen.