March 28 – “Three small streams”

One more quick mention from our grandkids invasion last week.  The Moms warned Chris about a wet spot on the patio when she walked out to join them.  She immediately began making apologies for good ol' Fritz the Wonder Dog.  But a sly smile came over the faces of the females as they replied, "Oh, it wasn't Fritz."  Seems they had seen the incursion as it arrived from on high.  From the deck where the three oldest cousins – the boys – were playing.  In not one, but three small streams.   We saw a good friend from Denver in none other than Santa Fe on Saturday.  We went to a local church craft show at a church up there to check out the Bearded Lady Soap Factory booth.  That's the name of the Stone Family business.  They make soap and lotion stuff out of goat milk.  So something good comes out of those creatures on the "bad side" in the Jesus parable.  Our friend Mary was helping in another booth.  We haven't seen her since we left Denver, I guess.  Who would have thought it?   Chris finally found some climbing roses to plant in the back yard.  We had to go to the local nursery to locate them.  Red and pink.  I was hoping for yellow.   We also began the process of scraping the outdoor chairs so we could paint them.  They made it through Ike pretty well, but the ravages of salt water in the air are still taking their toll.  We got all four scraped, but we ran out of paint.  That means another trip to Home Depot.  Chris said we also need to put car wax on them after the paint dries.  Didn't know we were driving them anywhere.   I made a quick WalMart run the other day.  When I was standing in the checkout line I noticed the couple in front of me kind of balked at the total for their purchase.  $68.23 for 2 packages of cigarettes, a 6 pack of chewing tobacco and a cheap plastic toilet seat.  Either that was one spiffy designer toilet seat or that's one boatload of cash to pay for the next nail in your coffin.   Isaiah 66:2 says, "This is the one I esteem: he who is humble and contrite in spirit, and trembles at my word."   Father, how can we be anything but humble in the face of your greatness?  But to think you would esteem us is beyond comprehension.  Amen.