which have been very good
I took Jessica, who is 6, to the park where four giant stone frogs squirt streams of water into a central fountain. We went to eat chicken sandwiches and play in the water. When she hesitated in front of the glorious showers of crisscrossing water spouts, I grabbed her hand and ran in. We looked at each other on the other side and laughed and dashed through again. When we were soaking wet and had tried out the rest of the playground we went to the store for cake mix with which to make cookies for the church potluck that evening.
“There shall be showers of blessings.”
The second:
While Paul Blanton was singing Above All, the Holy Ghost hit me so fast I didn’t even have time to think “I’m going to shout….” I just took off in complete abandonment to worship. All my despair melted like a snowflake in the sun. Despair was a new feeling to me, and I had no idea what to do with it, but my Savior knew. He always knows.
“I shall yet praise Him, who is the health of my countenance.”
We combined resources with the assisted living facility next door, Bikers for Christ, and the Harley shop to have our own little mini Sturgis motorcycle rally at the nursing home. Those of you with good imaginations have fallen out of your chairs laughing already. I am not fond of the stereotypical American biker look, so I decided to go with my notion of what a Tokyo biker chick might look like. Calvin Klein T-shirt, plaid knee skirt, white crocheted knee highs and chunky mary janes. (Furry boots being unavailable) Plus a sparkly face since I was in charge of face painting and tattooing.
It is every bit as much fun as you are imagining to see a fake tattooed, bandana-ed, eighty year old woman clinging to a burley biker as he zooms around the block. And it’s nice to sit in the sun and paint dragons and roses on the faces of children who look at themselves in the mirror and grin like Christmas morning.
I like Sunday. I always have. It is the day that the Lord has made and I will rejoice and be glad in it.
