Come, Holy Spirit, come. You have a way of guiding my thoughts and making sense of them as I move through them and through my day. Take the plethora of ideas and memories and considerations that are swirling around in my head and heart and make of them an offering of thanks and gratitude.
We had so much fun last night! It was a girls’ night out to see the movie, Book Club. Hadn’t been to a theater in years. Loved the movie. But getting there was just as much fun.
So that we could all ride together in one vehicle, my niece had asked to borrow the guys’ recently purchased party bus, a 1970s model van, complete with shag carpet on the walls. No air conditioning so at least some windows needed to be open. But not all of the windows; otherwise, you couldn’t breathe because of the gas fumes.
She picked up passengers in Davenport, Bruning, and Hebron. We laughed all the way. We laughed during the movie. And laughed some more. Our two rows, I think, were the most vocal in the theater.
Here we were, three generations of women. Connected by birth or marriage or just because. We laughed even more on the way home. And all agreed we need to do this again. Soon.
Earlier that afternoon, my sister and I had taken the meandering way from Bruning to Davenport, thinking her grandson might nap on the way. Nope. Instead we picked up Mom, played with the little guy some more, then made our way back to Bruning … again, taking the scenic route.
I had not known until then where our little family of three was living when we became a family of four. But my mom and sister knew.
It was a wonderfully restorative, uplifting, memorable Sunday, O God.
Grace and peace … --Pastor Pat