Adventures

It's a strange world when the whole family is sick. Everyone gathered around at 3am making beef stew like it's perfectly normal, chomping on garlic cloves like each one might be wrapped in Wonka's last golden ticket. We almost figured out which kind of make-you-healthy herbal tea we liked the least before we lost the rest of our sense of taste. The most fun part is watching one of the boys desperately wanting to be cross with his brother, but nothing coming out when he opens his mouth. And then there's the brotherly competition to see who had the highest fever this time around!

If you think of it, pray for us. We're all pretty sick.

*Note: Some slight exaggerations may have occurred in this post

Nothing teaches anatomy to your kids like disassembling it.

At Winco, getting some groceries, a lady began complaining about the price of butter. She said, "Can you believe the price of butter! Can you believe what 'they' are doing, while claiming...." the implication being that the current administration was driving up prices.

I said, "Ma'am, I don't know what you are talking about. It's been years since I've seen butter under $3 per pound, but here it is for $2.98."

"What!?" She said, and she looked at me, and looked at the price. Then she looked at me, then back at the price. Then she said, "Wow! I've never seen it that low. I need to do some baking," and took 8 more pounds.

The same thing happened at the ground beef - a couple standing there complaining about how high the prices were climbing and climbing, yet it's the lowest I've seen it since I've been in California.

I'm shopping, and praising the Lord for great prices! But, if you'd rather complain about imaginary high prices and blame Trump instead, I guess that is your prerogative!

When my wife and I are shopping, she often reminds me of things, kind of like a rehearsal for getting old. For instance, as I was getting out of the car at the store yesterday, she asked me if I had my keys, phone and wallet. I was using my phone at the time to respond to some business texts, and replied that I had everything. Then I went to walk beside her on the sidewalk into the store.

That's when she said, "You know there's a reason she asks you that, right?"

The "she" that said that was the lady I was walking with, but she was not my wife. My wife was still getting out of the car.

Some people should not multitask. I am one of them.

I'm so thankful that God did it again and stopped the rain for yesterday's service.

It was pouring on the way in; we prayed.
It slowed to a drizzle as we started to setup.
As we started singing, it was only sprinkling.
By the time I started preaching, the birds were singing, and the rain had stopped completely. I didn't have a drop of water on my notes.

I'm thankful for those who prayed , including a friend in Florida who gave up his lunch to pray for God to hold back the rain all through our services.

Here is the link to our services, so that you can see how God once again answered prayer!

If you think helping a toddler dress is hard, you should try undressing a goat! Having now done both, I recommend toddlers.

In other news, Billy Goat Sunday has now found greener pastures in the sky, and his body has been donated to... well, food science. At his request there will not be a funeral.