Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Friday, August 06, 2004

Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad!!! Number 39 this year.

I helped do deacon orientation at church last night for a couple of the new incoming deacons. Last year they didn't do that for some reason, and I really felt lost, didn't know when the first meeting was, how I'd get a mailbox key, what would be expected of me, etc... So, I made either the bold move or the foolish move, depending on your perspective, of asking about it, and Pastor said hey, you're just the guy to do it this year. I don't mind, glad to help out, I know it can be a help.

While I was there, Rhonda said purt'near the entire neighborhood was at our house. Maya from next door, the three kids next to Maya, the two little girls that are across the street, all their mothers, etc... maybe another kid or two. Just on our street there are five little girls all about 3 years old.

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