I visited a new car dealership yesterday. No, it wasn’t to look for a new car for us. It wasn’t to just look at the new cars. It wasn’t even … I didn’t even go inside. I was there as a chauffeur for Nathan. He was taking their new car back in to have the windows tinted and get a squeak fixed. Then he kept our car for the day to make it to a dentist appointment he had. What fun for him.
I
pretty much stuck around the house and worked on the teaching for next Sunday. It was Monday, after all. My busiest day. I guess I must have been pretty focused,
too. I have no idea what Chris was doing
with herself all morning. In fact, after
our traditional chat during breakfast, I didn’t see or hear from her until she
asked if I was ready for lunch. Guess
she stayed busy …
We
did break in time for the Astros game in the afternoon. Glad we did, too. They finally started hitting like they used
to. Three or four home runs and some
timely singles here and there. It’s hard
to lose when you score ten runs in a game.
Now if they can just keep that up through this division series, then the
AL Championship series, and finally in the World Series …
You
know, we do still work on a jigsaw puzzle every now and then. The one that’s on the table now is a one
thousand piece beast. It has been there
for several weeks now. The problem is
that there are no distinct shapes or colors to match up. Oh, when it’s all together it looks like wild
horses running through a stream with unusual mountains in the background while
being chased by a cowboy on horseback.
Really pretty. But when divided
into a thousand different pieces? Not so
much. It’s just a mass of random dots
and slashes of color. We are getting
there, though. Slowly. Very slowly.
John
14:9 says, “Jesus answered, ‘Don’t you know me, Philip, even after I have
been among you such a long time? Anyone
who has seen me has seen the Father. How
can you say, “Show us the Father”?’”
Father,
thank you for the teaching ideas you give me from week to week. I sure need inspiration like that. Amen.
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