Panama
Canal Cruise countdown … three days …
Well
that was an early morning wake-up call. Actually
it wasn’t a wake-up call per se. I just …
woke up. At 4:50 a.m. I did try to go back to sleep. Thought I had been successful, too. Until I rolled over a second time and it was
all of 5:13. That’s enough. I just got out of bed and started my
day. Gave me some quiet time to pray and
go over the sermon for Sunday again.
When
Chris finally joined me, we went into Texas to pray with Seasider Sam before a
surgery she was having. We could tell
she was in good hands, too. Truly the
hospital’s A-Team. Both nurses working
to get her ready had names that started with the letter “A”. Amy and April. True to A-Team expectations, all went well
with the surgery.
Meanwhile
we got a text from Nathan and April asking if we would like to join them for
Cailyn’s eleven-year-old birthday lunch.
Hard to resist for Chris when they mentioned Salsa’s. They had me at “birthday.” Can’t resist a party, you know.
Then
it was back into packing mode. Gotta get
everything ready for departure come Sunday after church. Last night we set up with our neighbor friends
to get our mail and take care of Freddy.
Kel and his crew will be coming in at least once a week when he preaches
at Seaside. Nathan and April will stop
in a time or two as well. We want as
much traffic around here as we can get.
We
also made that inevitable trip to WalMart for some fruit to get us through
Sunday and for whatever other last-minute stuff we needed. Hand lotion.
A water bottle to replace the one I lost in Alaska. And a pair of sunglasses that fit over my
regular glasses. I have one pair, but I have
bene wanting one to keep in the truck. And
of course to take on the trip.
And
then came the final trip. This one to
Target for one last thing. The final
piece to the puzzle. That one item that
stood between us and actual packing day.
What could this elusive, yet crucial necessity be? A package of underwear. For me. I’m all set now …
Psalms
143:10 says, “Teach me to do your will,
for you are my God; may your good Spirit lead me on level ground.”
Father,
thanks for neighbors we trust. And
please stay with Sam as she walks through coming chemo treatments. Amen.
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