Just
thought of something this morning. Today
is my birthday of sorts. Or
anniversary. Some 48 years ago I made
the decision to love God back. To become
a Christian. To decide for myself to
follow Jesus. There are a lot of ways to
put it, I guess, but the end result is the same. The Holy Spirit lives inside me and I’ll
never be the same again. So glad for
that. Wow. 48 years.
That’s almost half a century. You
would think I’d have this Christianity thing figured out by now, but I sure
still feel like a baby most of the time.
I
got embroiled in one of those Galveston mini-traffic jams yesterday. I went up to the church to meet the bug guy
very early. It didn’t take him but 15 or
20 minutes. And on my way home the
traffic suddenly came to a screeching halt.
I could see up ahead a fire engine and an ambulance blocking the road,
and one little white truck with its flashers on behind the engine, but I couldn’t
see any vehicles that would have been involved in an accident. I put the car in park and settled in for the
long haul to wait it out. After a few
minutes I saw movement in the brush to the side of the road. And from that brush emerged a firefighter
pushing aside weeds and tree branches, followed by paramedics carrying a
patient on a stretcher. I found out later
that a single car was involved.
Apparently the driver lost control and flipped several times into the underbrush
on the side of the road. Not a pretty
scenario at all. As I waited, the cars
around me started doing what they could to turn around. And before long a police officer tapped on my
window to let me know it was OK for me to turn around as well and take the
alternate route.
Since
that alternate route took me right next to station seven, I stopped in to check
on the guys of the day’s shift who were doing the fire trailer burn
training. Once again the guys did their
best to get me to join them inside the burn.
Maybe next year when I can handle the kneeling a little better …
Later
in the afternoon we went up to LaMarque to meet the newest member of that
Vaughan family, Leia. Yep. After a misfire or two, it looks like Josiah
finally got his Christmas present, a cute little dog. Not sure what kind she is, but it’s something
close to whatever Freddy is, only a tad bigger.
She seems to be settling in with the family well. Enjoys dozing in or near the nearest lap, and
doesn’t seem to mind the kids hovering all around her. She also does well inside her crate so they don’t
have to worry about her when they are gone.
Looks like we have a win …
Psalms
130:2 says, “O Lord, hear my voice. Let your ears be attentive to my cry for
mercy.”
Father,
please be with the victims of that car accident. Thank you for the actions of the crew of
engine 8 as well as the responding paramedics.
Amen.
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