T-minus 12 hours or so ...
Amidst prepping for Sunday and for next
week, we made a quick trip to WalMart (of course) yesterday. It was time to stock up for Cousins Camp
2019. Everybody has some kind of
favorite, and Chris always tries to hit on at least one thing they all
like. Oh, we’ll have the obligatory
pizza night. The rest of the meals will
probably look something like tacos or chicken strips or hamburgers and hot
dogs. You know, comfort fare on a kids
level.
While we were there a random guy stopped me
and held out his hand for me to shake. I
complied. As we connected he said,
“Thank you for your service and for what you do.” The look on my fact must have betrayed my
confusion. Did I know him from
church? Have I seen him around Jamaica
Beach? He hastened to add, “Are you the
chaplain for Galveston Fire Department?
I saw your hat.” Ah, there it
was. Forgot I had my GFD cap on. He explained that he worked for Houston Fire
Department. I heartily thanked him for
his service as well. Always great to
meet another member of the fire fighter family.
Before we could even get the groceries
unloaded the Astros were already ahead 4-0.
Not a bad first inning. That was
a fun game to watch. 14-3. And Gurriel had 8 RBI’s. Cole won his 14th straight
start. Pretty phenomenal.
Back to camp stuff … Josh called last night
to make sure his Mom really was healthy enough to have all these grandkids
over. She assured his she could handle
it. We are driving to Navasota this
morning to meet Josh halfway to pick up Caleb and Zakary. Camp begins sometime after we get back and
get settled. These camp directors are not
much on rigid scheduling, are they?
Psalms 27:1 says, “The Lord is my light and my salvation – whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life – of whom
shall I be afraid?”
Father, would you drive with us up to
Navasota and back? And please keep us
all safe through our flurry of activities this weekend. Amen.
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