Sweet event today–
As you know Steven is gone (coming back tomorrow- YAY!!) I’ve made sure I’ve stayed busy this time and one of the things we have done is to make an overnight visit to Mamaw and Papaw’s house. I’m so blessed to have in-laws I can be comfortable in doing that!!
My Father-n-law is a music director in a teensy Baptist church about an hour from where we live. He’s been there almost 5 years and is dearly loved by the congregation and pastor. This morning we got dressed for church and for the first time trekked to Booneville with them for service. Well like I said I’ve never been there for a Sunday morning service BUT I ended up singing in the choir and HAD A BLAST!!! It totally got me reminiscing about my elementary and younger years. We were apart of a itty bitty church family. It was the kind of church that I, as a three year old, got to sing specials in at least once a month. It never matterd if I forgot an entire verse or not, the people always loved me. Very sweet unity in my childhood church as well as the one I was apart of today! This mornings service was followed by picnic on the grounds. Which of course added to the fun memories!!!!
The morning as a whole was such a precious reminder of how God uses His servants in so many different places and stages of ministry. Great reminder to be faithful where I’m at…
p.s. the pic above isn’t the church- just a close visual! My father-n-law’s church is brick and a bit bigger! didn’t want to be misleading!
Molly said
Hey girl! I haven’t been on much lately since we were back home. I’ve just been reading your posts and getting caught up. Was Steve on a youth mission trip? Hope your doing well!
Joyce said
Stephanie, you poor thing. Never having been too afraid of staying alone myself, I am, however, sympathatic.
I must admit, however I did wake one night about 20 years ago to a “thump, thump, thump” sound in the yard. My mother, God rest her sweet soul, was visiting, so she and I crept through the house toward the back door to see what was making the noise. I grabbed the shotgun that was propped up behind the laundry room door and got it ready (no kidding, Jack insisted I have it while he worked nights) and was prepared for anything we might see.
We peeked through a crack in the back door aimed the shotgun toward the noise and saw Jack out by the shop with a baseball bat pounding the ground …..bam! bam! bam! His USDA uniform was easily recognizable and blaringly white in the moonlight.
“Jack! What in the world are you doing?” Mom and I said almost simutaneously.
“Killing these blankedy-blank frogs.”
On the ground there were many many frogs, some dead and some desperately hopping away. I felt sort of sorry for the poor frogs who had been innocently eating bugs that had been zapped by our bug zapper and fallen to the ground. I do have to say in Jack’s defense that if he didn’t conduct some frog control they would be swimming in the pool the next morning.
We put up a “critter wall” around the pool not long after that.
We all had a good laugh about that and still do sometimes.
I stopped keeping a gun so handy when the grandsons came along. God is faithful to give me calm and peace.
I pray that you can grow to feel more comfortable whilst your sweetie is away.
Always loving,
Joyce