August 11 – “Who’s at the door?”

We had a moderately active day yesterday.  We started out again with a walk.  I made it a mile with a little less knee difficulty than usual (Hey, I’ll take whatever tiny increment of success I can get).  Chris continued on with her four mile trek.  She’s my hero.

Later in the afternoon, across-the-street neighbor Brennan came bursting through our front door.  Chris went to greet him, but he wasn’t there.  Sneaky little dude had already made his way around through the office to the kitchen.  He had just returned home from baseball camp and wanted to tell us about it.  His evaluation of camp so far?  No batting yet.  All fielding drills.  But he liked it.  Brennan is a man of few words.  I was watching the little League World Series regional playoffs, so he joined me.  We watched Rhode Island (I think) come from a 5-0 deficit to score six runs in the bottom of the 6^th to win.  Pretty exciting stuff.  And then he abruptly announced, “I’m going home now,” and he was gone, his exit just as ninja-like as his entrance had been.

Not long after Brennan left we heard a small little tapping at the front door.  This time it was Wayne and Sheri Spray, our friends from Arlington.  They had stopped at Starbucks and brought us a treat.  We spent the next few hours chatting with them about our trip to Alaska and filling them in on how we came to be in Galveston and the beginnings of Seaside.  Always excited to tell that story, mainly because it really shows God at work. 

Later in the evening we took another walk.  This time Chris stayed with me and we only went around the block.  I think she was surprised that I agreed to come along, but I had it figured out.  As long as it didn’t take us longer than ten minutes, we could still be back in time for the start of the Astros game.  We did pretty well, too.  We only missed the first two pitches of the game.  Of course in the long run, the Astros lost 5-2, but Carlos Correa was back in the lineup.  Now they just need Altuve and Springer and McCullers.  Oh, and now Marisnek …

Psalms 90:4 says, “For a thousand years in your sight are like a day that has just gone by, or like a watch in the night.”

Father, thank you for a pretty special neighbor kid who feels comfortable enough to race over and share his day with us.  Time will pass all too quickly for him.  And us.  Help us enjoy the little things, like baseball and a cup of coffee with good friends.  Amen.