A Real Gully Washer

I had taken a picture of a painting I did and then wrapped it up to ship. My three year old deleted the picture. There was a yellow bird, pale blue background, beauty for ashes. I know you can picture it in your mind's eye. It was glorious. Between that and the one year old throwing all of our pajamas into the bath, it's crazy here. I dropped our 7 year old off at VBS this morning. They were supposed to bring all of the kids out here (a thirty minute drive) as part of an extended session. Guess what. It started pouring. I mean a gully washer. They are not delivering the kids. I can't go get her because my car is in getting the windows tinted (Chayah keeps getting really hot). That car has all of the car seats in it. Finally, we found some kind soul to go pick her up. Back to the window tint...I also bought Chayah a trucker fan to blow on her seat when it gets really hot. I have no idea why, but it is really humorous to me. You'd think I was on the set of Smokey and the Bandit over here. East bound and down.

I finished Xealots and and working through The House Girl now. I'll talk more about them tomorrow. Slave stories are hard to read. The depths of depravity and the things we humans can perpetrate against one another is sobering and nauseating to say the least. I'm also in week three of Children of the Day. I cannot tell you how much this study is speaking to my heart. If you are weary of seeing the crimes perpetrated in the church and against the body, pick it up. Grace is chasing after us all. Oh that we would submit to it. 

I am going to watch a movie with my girls in this delightfully rainy weather.
The Lord bless you and keep you.


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