We
took a trip to WalMart the other day.
That used to be a pretty commonplace excursion around here. Now it’s an ordeal or remembering to bring a
mask and watching the six foot markers on the floor and making sure we are
heading the right direction down the one-way lanes. Fortunately all we needed were some storage
items for the church. Well, that and a
watermelon for Chris. We saw Doug from
church while we were there. He was
buying a bicycle. Doug moved away a
month or so ago. Just couldn’t stay away
from us, though. He’s back at his drum
set in the praise team on Sunday mornings.
Speaking
of Seaside, we have a baptism scheduled this Sunday morning. Pretty exciting stuff. Especially glad that the beaches are open
again. Now we don’t have to seek out a
special dispensation from the mayor’s office.
We are meeting outside for worship anyway, so the walk to the beach is a
perfect way to end things.
I
guess the biggest news from the grandkid front right now comes from the Galveston
Vaughan branch. Seems Cailyn Tony Hawk’ed
herself off of her skateboard and stuck the landing … right into the emergency
room. Along with some skinned up knees,
she might have a fracture in the growth plate of her wrist. Shades of her Daredevil Daddy. She’s in a brace right now while they decide
if there actually is a break or not.
There seemed to be some disagreement among the doctors and the radiologists. April is going to have an ortho guy check it
out when she goes back to work.
The
event seemed to inspire Chris’ subconscious, though. Last night she rolled over in bed and in her
sleep informed me that “Luke had to have stitches.” I wasn’t sure if she was remembering that particular
event, which did, in fact happen a while back, or if this was some sort of prophecy
of dread. Just be careful, Luke, OK?
John
8:12 says, “When Jesus spoke again to the
people, he said, ‘I am the light of the world.
Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of
life.’”
Father,
please do some healing in Cailyn’s wrist.
Amen.
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