Another very long night, especially for
Chris. For some reason Mom made the
decision that she could not go to bed.
Literally. Chris followed the
usual routine to get her situated for sleep, but before Chris could even get
back to our bedroom, Mom was up and moving.
It was almost as if her stress level would leap as soon as she touched
the bed. We are most concerned about her
falling, because she does this roaming without her walker most of the
time. And often with just one house shoe
on. Chris wanted me to get some sleep
since I have to teach this morning, so after three or four trips, she finally
closed our door and stayed with Mom. For
most of the night they made jaunts between the couch and the bathroom. And to top it all off, it started
thunderstorming and continued for most of the night. Won’t be seeing them in church this
morning. I just hope I can stay awake
through the sermon. Hope that preacher
isn’t too boring. Oh, wait. That would be me.
I went to two full-blown, tackle football
games yesterday. The first was to see
Matt and Will from church. They are in
the neighborhood of 7 years old. It was
lots of fun, but I couldn’t tell who was who.
The team’s numbered jerseys handed arrived yet. The little guys lost big, but I was really
proud of both of them. As I left I saw a
grandpa who used to come to Seaside. He
was ready to watch his grandson in the next game. It was good to see Mark again, but I couldn’t
stay for that one. I forged ahead toward
the car and saw another Seaside kid, a fellow named Aidan who I baptized
recently, all dressed for his game. Now,
I had to make a WalMart run and go home to eat, but I came back and caught much
of his game as well. They won big. Evened out the organization’s record, I
guess.
I had plans to check out a baseball all-star
game later. Those first two little guys
were playing, but Chris needed some shoes, so I pulled some MeeMaw duty. Besides, I was past my quota of hot for the
day. This medication I take that warns
against too much sun apparently magnifies its effects. It took all afternoon for me to cool
down. As it turned out it started thundering
lots anyway. The baseball game was
called with our guys losing by 14 runs. And
the thunder caused me to wonder about the outdoor wedding I had scheduled for
6:30.
As often happens here on our tropical
island paradise, the clouds parted with no significant rainfall, so we made it
through the wedding OK. But it was
really hot again. And excessively
humid. We were all sweating like
pigs. Well, except the bride. She didn’t sweat. Really.
After the ceremony the groom stopped me and promised me over and over
that this was the only wedding he would ever go through. It was going to take. He was going to see to it. He came across as being really passionate
about it. He was a little drunk, and I’m
sure that had something to do with his fervor, but then he said his parents
were going through a divorce right then. Wow. I
hope he remembers and carries through on that pledge.
Psalms 22:27-28 says, “All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to the Lord, and all
the families of the nations will bow down before him, for dominion belongs to
the Lord and he rules over the nations.”
Father, walk with that groom and his bride
in their life to come. Draw then toward
you. Amen.
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