Life.
Chris was in the shower. Mom was still, of course, in bed. Micah was playing in the den with Josiah. Jachin and I were playing Words with Friends near the computer. Suddenly it hit me. I told Jachin that it was too quiet in the other room. We decided to go on a reconnaissance mission to see what was up with his brothers. Our first stop was the den, and Micah was still hard at work, arranging G.I. Joes for an attack on each other. But Josiah was not in there. Now understand Josiah is not yet two years old, so how hard could it be to find him? Micah had no idea where he had disappeared to. The back door was locked, and the front door was within view of where Jachin and I had been stationed. So, with our numbers now three, we went on a search for Josiah. We called his name. We opened closets (strangely, they have become fun places to play as long as a flashlight is available). We quietly checked out into MeeMaw's room. We looked into the room where their stuff was kept. And finally we started calling out his name. And then we heard a faint squeal. Hard to determine if it was a squeal of pain or fear at first. But there it was again, louder this time. Not pain. Not fear. This was a different. Perhaps surprise? Certainly delight. Definitely Josiah. We followed the sound to the hall bathroom and carefully opened the door to discover … Josiah standing in the middle of the floor, hands to his sides, mouth agape, eyes wide. Oh, and dripping wet from head to toe. The entire room was covered in water. Cabinets, toilet, walls, floor. And the water was running from the flexible bathtub hose connection we installed to make it easier for Mom to bathe. Struggling for all I was worth to hold back the laughter, I waded over to Josiah to make sure he was OK. He heard my approach and turned to greet me. And his whole countenance lit up with a smile. "DadDad, bath. DadDad, bath." That did it. I gave up all pretense that any punishment might be forthcoming. I laughed longer and louder than I have in a long time, and his brothers were quick to join me. I grabbed a towel and cleaned up most of the mess, then got the little culprit a change of clothes. I mentioned during the cleanup process that it was a good thing Nana didn't see this. Jachin decided that he wasn't interested in telling her face to face, so he wrote her a quick note about the episode and quietly slipped it under the bathroom door where she was. Didn't take long. She burst through that door and wanted to know what was going on. You know, it was one of those, "I can't leave you alone for fifteen minutes" kind of tirades. She wasn't angry, though. Josiah just looked up at her with those big ol' blue eyes, and she melted. And it was funny.
Death.
On a sadder note, Chris got a call yesterday afternoon that her biological Dad had died. Yes, she was adopted. That's a very long story involving numerous twists and turns that make soap opera scripts seem like child's play. Her Dad has been in a nursing facility for several weeks after a serious stroke. Her half-sister called to let her know. Funeral arrangements are being worked out in Bay City today. So now the waiting begins to see if we are notified about the funeral. Family drama. It's very, very sad.
Isaiah 66:23 says, "'From one New Moon to another and from one Sabbath to another, all mankind will come and bow down before me,' says the Lord."
Father, give comfort to Chris today. She has been through an awful lot over the last two years. And work a miracle of reconciliation among that family. Draw them toward you. Amen.
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