We're Feeding an Army Here

Sometimes it does feel like we're feeding an army, with three very hungry little ones. But lately Micah has been very into Army matters. He has a bunch of Army men, tanks, planes, trucks, etc... On Saturday evening we went to Leslie's folk's church for a Christmas dinner (the picture is of the girls before we left). Micah started pulling out these Army toys and Grandad and I kept watching wondering how many he had crammed in his pocket. Later on at the dinner table he was talking about how hungry his men were. So we had to "feed an army" so his men would be ready for battle.

It was a rainy, cool weekend. It's kind of frustrating because our hopes for the closing on the house to still be on time, are becoming dimmer and dimmer. We drove by but didn't walk down through the mud. It didn't look very different after a week.

Sunday we went to our church. It was an especially good worship service for me. The pastor opened up bragging about himself (as an illustration, mind you) to lead into his topic of weakness. Leslie and I both looked at each other and almost laughed out loud as he said, "you wouldn't like me very much if I bragged that way about myself, would you?" But as the sermon went on, my focus went off of others and onto myself. As he moved through his four points we finished each with the question, "are you weak yet?" The service concluded with our sharing in the Lord's Supper. My words are lacking at this point, but suffice to say that I wish my mindset was the way it was Sunday everytime I shared in Communion.

After church we stopped by Starbucks for me to turn in an application. I have yet to hear from Lowes or two different Home Depot stores. Wolf Camera needed someone during the day. After lunch we returned home for naps. Everyone but Micah took one, but because I sleep in the living room I got to hear "Daddy, commercials...fast forward." So I really didn't get any rest.

Tonight I worked on putting together a DVD slide show of pictures for my great-aunt Verna. She's turning 90. I sure wish I could be there on Saturday for her party, but it's just not possible at this time. I've been working on scanning in Uncle Joe's slides since he passed away earlier this year. He was an avid photographer and took some wonderful pictures. I'll include one of my favorites he took of Aunt Verna taking a picture at Yellowstone National Park.