Well,
it’s official. We have started the
process of investigating a trip to Hawaii for our 46th
anniversary. Sort of. That would be sort of anniversary, not sort
of investigating. Chris has been on web
sites galore. I contacted the travel
agent who did all the set-up work for our trip to the Panama Canal. She has begun putting together the different
packages available for the time period we want to go – April or May of next
year. We might even have a few other
families interested in going with us.
Now all we need is for the Corona madness to die down and Hawaii to open
back up.
The
other night as I closed the front door for the evening, I noticed the
distinctive flashing lights of police and fire crews behind our neighbor’s
house. I couldn’t stand it. I slipped on my fire department cap and
walked over to pray and to check on the guys from station four. It was a traffic accident. Motorcycle versus bicycle. Both were down, but ambulance crews were
already on scene and in fact almost ready to transport when I arrived. I prayed for the ones involved as I walked
toward the fire truck. And while I
prayed for the fire crew, they began to walk up. Their job was done and they were getting
ready to shut down the lights and head back to the station. It was great to see them again. It has been so long since I have gone to a
station just to check on everyone. I really
do love those guys.
2
Corinthians 13:11 says, “Aim for
perfection, listen to my appeal, be of one mind, live in peace. And the God of love and peace will be with
you.”
Father,
please watch over the fire fighters at every station and on every shift. Keep them safe from the virus as well as from
the day to day mayhem they must face.
Amen.
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