Well,
we received no visit from the mailman yesterday … again. He only comes three or four times a week
now. I understand though, from my source
within the mail service, that ten more workers have been hired and are due to
start on December first. Meanwhile … please
be patient if you expect to hear from me by mail.
Chris
and I started a new workout routine yesterday.
We took a walk first. It’s been a
while, so we cut it short at one mile.
When we returned she did her specific exercises designed to strengthen
and stretch out her hip that has been giving her trouble. Meanwhile, I did the exercises given by the
physical therapist that were specific to my neck. Then we came together and did the exercises
lower back pain. Oh, and we adapted the
new exercises I got last week. They are
supposed to be done with my face on a folded up towel so I am facing the
ground. It is way too painful in that
position, though, so we did the same movements standing up. Not as much resistance from gravity, but at
least it was accomplishable.
The
public received notice yesterday of another motorcycle fatality. This one is really sad, too. The guy was driving by himself on Sunday or
Monday night, and apparently missed the turn at Dead Man’s Curve on Stewart
Road. He and his motorcycle left the
road and disappeared into the tall grass.
His body was stumbled upon by a passerby sometime on Monday. The saddest part of the story, though, is the
fact that there was no one to report him missing. Kind of like the little boy whose body was found
on the beach a while back. Authorities
are still searching for information on who he was.
In the
midst of the sadness there is a brightness, though. I am officiating the wedding this weekend of
one of the young ladies who was in the Seaside youth group. It is always a pleasure to see it when one of
our own comes into her own. They even
have a creative approach to their sand ceremony planned. Guess I need to get busy writing that one up,
don’t I?
2
John 6 says, “And this is love: that we
walk in obedience to his commands. As you have heard from the beginning, his
command is that you walk in love.”
Father,
be with the families of the folks who lost their lives, both here in Galveston
and in that little church near San Antonio.
Show them a little of your brightness through the darkness that
surrounds them. Amen.
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