The Papa is preaching a series of sermons on prayer, this morning focusing on David's prayer of humility and praise following his disappointment at not being able to build a temple for God. Oh, may I always have his heart posture in the face of disappointment...
Okay, so I browsed through thousands of paint chips this afternoon. And looked at carpet samples. Did you know that after exactly 33 minutes of looking at pieces of carpet, they supernaturally morph into the same piece? Yep, same color, too. Well, except for the hot pink ones. Those made me look in the mirror to check and see if it was still the 60's.
I came home for a short rest before getting out again to La Madeleine (just saying the words in a French accent lowers my blood pressure about fifteen points...) to have a Sunday supper with Aubrey, CJ, Candace, Tiffany, and Tami. To add some "color" to the conversation, I pulled out my paint chip samples, whereupon Aubrey immediately grabs them and decides which of them she is confiscating. She looked at some of them with expressions that *I* reserve for mentions of Beef Tongue Fricasee (yes, Tiff, I'm lookin' at you, honey) and declared that I would not even be allowed to conSIDer a few of those choices. What? I mean, how objectionable can "Garnet" be, huh? She wanted a red wall, I picked a dozen reds, and I'm immediately censured for Garnet. Stay tuned.
Gram and Pop, aka The Parents of The Papa, arrive this week to join us for the Thursday evening production of "A Century of Broadway." It's always a treat to have them around and the kids are thrilled to death that they care enough to make the drive for this special occasion.
Daily rehearsals for the production resumed today after a two day rest. Eight hours a day can wear kids, not to mention their leaders and parents, OUT. Sleeping late helps, as does forbearance for the irritants that become bigger than life when you're adrenalin-pumped and sleep-deprived. I keep telling myself, just a few more days and it will all be memories...
We're having another unseasonably cool weekend, trying to soak it in before the coming sauna. It's been a nice, though not spectacular, year for the bluebonnets and the rain has brought out all the accompanying gorgeous green. It's the best time of the year to have all the blinds open.
I hereby repent of having started listening to the audio version of Water for Elephants. I will not be finishing it. Nope.
Some of you know it's been an extremely painful 72 hours for our family. But in times like this we feel the value of our relationships and the refuge of our home. God is faithful.