Home Again! Home Again! Jiggity Jig!
The flights were delayed and long. Our plane from Houston TX to Albuquerque NM creaked and squealed. The pilot got everyone strapped in and proceeded to pop some wheelies around a storm system. A few bolts and screws must have been tightened in New Mexico because the next leg (to Seattle) was not so loud. But, I'm pretty sure I saw a flight attendant discretely kiss the ground.
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On one leg of the trip, I met a woman who was going home to TX from visiting her teen daughter who is at a theraputic boarding school in North Carolina. The daughter had been on drugs, drinking, violent, and etc. This young lady is now rebuilding her life, this time with Christ's hope within her. But sin has taken it's toll on her and her family.
On another leg, I met another woman who has a 27 year old son that is living as a prodigal son, as she put it. She was an involved, stay at home mom, who brought him up in an intact, godly home. They sent him to an excellent, Baptist school where the kids either end up at BJU or Pensacola...but he deliberately chose another path. In fact, he started drinking in high school and all of her friends knew...yet did not tell her this about her son.
I asked the Lord to use me to say the encouraging words these ladies needed, but it caused me to pause and think. I asked Bob, "should I be worried? Is the Lord trying to tell me something?"
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Bob found out he had a meeting for early this morning, so I drove us home until I started seeing double (nice thought, eh?) and stopped at Indian John. I cleared my head (wow-it's colder than I remember) and then kept on truckin'! We arrived at home at 1:00 am (which was 4:00 am to us) to a grand welcome from the dogs and Emmaline. Robbie had tried to stay up, but had conked out.
All is well. The hurricane took a pit stop at my house though. Didn't get that on the news did ya? The phone started ringing early and we've been racing around getting educational posters finished (or started, if you are a particularly handsome young man....ahem.).
This is what I've been up to since early this morning. Bore Butter. For SOMEONE'S muzzleloader educational poster. No, actually, it's a secret hobby of mine-you haven't seen my embroidered, pink muzzleloader?
I have already called Emmaline, "Rose" this morning. She told me that soon I won't remember there ever was such a person as "Rose."
I'm off to decorate barns, arm wrestle barn duty out of members, and generally calm the natives. Send the ambulance (poultry barn...midnight...wear gloves because I'll be the glued and glittered one).
Ahhhhhhhh feeling loved over here! Missing ol' "what's-her-face" too! ;)
The flights were delayed and long. Our plane from Houston TX to Albuquerque NM creaked and squealed. The pilot got everyone strapped in and proceeded to pop some wheelies around a storm system. A few bolts and screws must have been tightened in New Mexico because the next leg (to Seattle) was not so loud. But, I'm pretty sure I saw a flight attendant discretely kiss the ground.
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On one leg of the trip, I met a woman who was going home to TX from visiting her teen daughter who is at a theraputic boarding school in North Carolina. The daughter had been on drugs, drinking, violent, and etc. This young lady is now rebuilding her life, this time with Christ's hope within her. But sin has taken it's toll on her and her family.
On another leg, I met another woman who has a 27 year old son that is living as a prodigal son, as she put it. She was an involved, stay at home mom, who brought him up in an intact, godly home. They sent him to an excellent, Baptist school where the kids either end up at BJU or Pensacola...but he deliberately chose another path. In fact, he started drinking in high school and all of her friends knew...yet did not tell her this about her son.
I asked the Lord to use me to say the encouraging words these ladies needed, but it caused me to pause and think. I asked Bob, "should I be worried? Is the Lord trying to tell me something?"
*************************************************************************************************************
Bob found out he had a meeting for early this morning, so I drove us home until I started seeing double (nice thought, eh?) and stopped at Indian John. I cleared my head (wow-it's colder than I remember) and then kept on truckin'! We arrived at home at 1:00 am (which was 4:00 am to us) to a grand welcome from the dogs and Emmaline. Robbie had tried to stay up, but had conked out.
All is well. The hurricane took a pit stop at my house though. Didn't get that on the news did ya? The phone started ringing early and we've been racing around getting educational posters finished (or started, if you are a particularly handsome young man....ahem.).
This is what I've been up to since early this morning. Bore Butter. For SOMEONE'S muzzleloader educational poster. No, actually, it's a secret hobby of mine-you haven't seen my embroidered, pink muzzleloader?
I have already called Emmaline, "Rose" this morning. She told me that soon I won't remember there ever was such a person as "Rose."
I'm off to decorate barns, arm wrestle barn duty out of members, and generally calm the natives. Send the ambulance (poultry barn...midnight...wear gloves because I'll be the glued and glittered one).
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