We did our walk yesterday, in spite of some pretty ominous looking (and sounding) thunderheads in the distance. They eventually reached us with a light sprinkle, but we were safely back at home, high and dry, by that time.
I got some birthday cards addressed and ready to send while Chris spent some time working on flowerbeds in the backyard. At one point I heard clomping around on the roof. I raced up there to see what was up (see what I did there? “Up” as inn”up on the roof”?). Chris never hops the little fence we have around our deck to keep small children and Freddy-type dogs off the roof. All was fine, though. She just wanted to see for herself what the shingle damage was. We did discover that our sycamore tree in the front was really beat up by the storm. It needs some serious TLC. Not right then, though. A thunderstorm exploded on the scene, so we cleared out. Back inside for some supper and another Astros game - and victory over the Rangers, I might add.
1 Corinthians 13:4-5 says,
Love is patient, love is kind. Love does not envy, is not boastful, is not conceited, does not act improperly, is not selfish, is not provoked, and does not keep a record of wrongs.
Father, thanks for that slow steady rain. The grass loved it, and it sure was easier to handle than the hurricane way. Amen.
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