And
here we go, back on the road again. No,
I’m not practicing a song that I learned in ukulele class. We really are getting ready to leave for a
trek into Texas. And we are taking
Cailyn with us. This time we are headed
back up to Waco for Luke’s birthday party.
Number three. This one promises
to be exciting. It’s being held at a park
near their house where the playground apparatus looks like a big fire engine.
So the theme for the party? Of
course. Fire fighters. I’m not sure what kind of creative genius
Christi has applied to this one, but I’m sure it will be worth photographic
documentation. And of course Chris will
have that covered. I look forward to
some good sound bites as well (Is that
how you would spell “bites”? Maybe
“bytes”? I’ll have to look that one
up. I have a four hour car ride ahead of
me. I think I may have time). Kind of like this tidbit from when Cailyn
spent the night with us:
Cailyn
(with no apparent motivating factor):
“You have a mansion, DadDad. Your house
is so big.”
Me
(Responding to the rather off-the-wall,
out-of-left-field comment): “Wait a minute.
Isn’t your house bigger?”
Cailyn
(In that endearingly condescending way of
a child patiently teaching the older, obviously challenged adult): “Well, that’s
OK, DadDad. Y’alls is wider. Ours is just taller.”
And
there you have your lesson of the day in architecture from a seven year
old.
Galatians
3:23-24 says, “Before this faith came, we
were held prisoners by the law, locked up until faith should be revealed. So the law was put in charge to lead us to
Christ that we might be justified by faith.”
Father,
thank you for road trips and seven-year-old wisdom. You do some of your best teaching through
them. Help me keep my ears open for some
more. Amen.
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