Fifth Day of Ten

“When are we having our devotion?” Cole gently asked. We had just finished lunch, and Cole was reminding us that Pappy had not given his usual morning devotion. Seems everything had started off quickly this morning, lots going on…and we had no devotion.

Now a memorable moment had been stamped in my heart, as ten-year-old Cole said, “What about the devotion, Pappy?” So we gathered about in the living room and heard Pappy read the 16th chapter of Proverbs, after which a couple of us commented on these Scripture verses.

Then it was off to the woods for Granny, Ella, Brady, Cole and Gentry. The boys rode bikes, while Ella rode about on a pink scooter. At the end of the street where the woods begins, all parked their vehicles, except Cole who fought with his up and down the woodsy hills.

Brady had ridden ahead on the way back, and here he came with the breathless words, “A snake. There’s a snake up ahead.”  Sure enough there was–the first I’ve seen since we’ve lived here in Crestline. A neighbor was out and when I asked if he thought it was poisonous, he said he didn’t know. It seemed injured, but alive, and the gentleman picked it up with a stick to carry it into the bushes.

It’s four-thirty and eight-year-old Brady just took brownies from the oven, while Gentry is ready to help me with dinner. We’ve having chicken thighs marinated in soy sauce with a tiny bit of bbq sauce mixed in and lots of garlic. Rice, corn, a green salad, and cheese bread will round out the meal.

Ella posed for me in the woods and down by the Thousand Pines Christian Camp facility.

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