This is the day that the Lord hath made and given to us. Today, Dennis and I needed the all that came with the Lord’s day. It was a whirlwind of items that we needed to stay on track with.
It was difficult for Dennis and I to motor this morning. We were stiff and sore from yesterday; the culmination of three days of yard work that was finished with a fire ring that burned for several hours to rid us of all things “winter’s leftovers.”
At 10:15 this morning we were at Dennis’ great granddaughter Carlee Bea’s baptism. After church we popped back home to pick up the fruit that we had peeled and cored for our contribution to the noon lunch. What a wonderful day for God to take Charlee Bea as His.
I had mentioned yesterday about our trip that we were going to take a road trip up north for a construction need; a 11′ I-beam. In the mid afternoon the two of us headed out. Kevin was ready for us in Fairfax and we were locked and loaded when . . . Kersten heard a hissing sound coming from one of trailer tires. Hmm. Spot on, Kevin had a remedy and we wasted no time heading out getting back home safe and sound. A text back and forth as to how the tire and us were doing. It was a huge relief when I could send the last text . . . home safe and sound.
As it turned out, Charlee Bea and family (Mike, Sadie Lux, and Charlee Bea) stopped in before heading out to Mankato to pick up the curtains I had hemmed for Sadie. Dennis’ grandson Ryan saw commotion while driving by and stopped in. The end result was the two wheel trailer with the I-beam is now placed right where it needs to be for some work this week.
Had it not been for the Lord’s help, on the day He had made and had given to us, Dennis and I would have been puddles by noon today. We don’t always act our age, we work very hard to keep the child alive in each of us. Today we had surely felt it in chronological years. We both know we need help with some things. When the help is willing and able, it’s time for the two of us to do our part so as to not put a glitch in the kindness of others. So . . . we hold hands for moral and . . . additional physical support and are oh so thankful.