This morning's scripture reading included Romans 8:28..."And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose."
On Christmas day, we had "a day" and I started writing this in my head with that verse in mind. So since the theme resurfaced today, I thought I'd take the time to actually type my mental article.
Christmas morning we woke up and of course, like any family who has lovingly prepared gifts for each other, we enjoyed ripping wrapping paper and opening boxes. The hang-up happened on the baby girl's gift. (And anyone who's ever had to open a gift like this will empathize.)
It was a fisher price
plastic talking vacuum cleaner, but you would have thought it was made of pure gold the way it was secured in the package. You should have seen the wires holding the toy onto the packaging material! What an ordeal. We made it through and end result was that she enjoyed pushing her toy around and listening to its comments.
After breakfast, we began loading the van for our trip to see family. Once the stuff and kids were loaded (sans weeping and gnashing of teeth), we pulled out of the driveway. At the bottom of our street Mr. Five-Year-old needs help buckling his seatbelt so we stop while I climb to the back seat and help him. Mind you, we are facing snowy traveling conditions and our neighborhood is definitely not plowed...we're just hoping the highway is. We pull out of the subdivision and hear a strange thumping sound...coming from our rear passenger tire. By the time we turn around in a parking lot and make it home the tire is barely on the wheel anymore!
Instead of trying to find someone who'll sell us a tire on Christmas day,
we pile in the pickup truck. Well, again, its snowing. We're doing good to just fit the five of us in the cab let alone all the trappings we have to carry with us.
So here's where all things work together for good: we began stuffing all our stuff into big garbage bags and piling them in the snowy bed of the pickup. (in the freezing cold, I might add) But the bags didn't come with twisty ties, so now what?!? (super-hero theme song plays in the back ground) The twisty ties from the overzealous packing inclinations of the fisher-price people come to the rescue! They are long enough and strong enough to give me confidence that our gifts and clothing and bedding will arrive at our destination
DRY!
Thank you for the twisty-ties that fought me for control of my daughter's Christmas present.
well, some people think a "perfect 10" refers to a super model or a gymnastics score. Chris took it to mean 2 deep and 8 surface stitches on an otherwise quiet Sunday afternoon.
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