It’s now the evening of the 27th. I am safely home after a full day at the office. I needed it desperately since I had fallen behind in every facet of office work: Letters, phone calls, emails, and other forms of paperwork (was that redundant?). All those things had to be squeezed in- between any possible interruptions and unexpected visits from constituents wanting to discuss a particular concern or need. At times I feel I should spend more time in the office, but I quickly recover from that unfathomable thought. Office work is one of those things I must do in order to do what I love to do.
Nonetheless, in the midst of the day at the office there was an unexpected and belated celebration of my birthday on Monday. There were some extremely delicious cupcakes provided by Phil, who purchased them from some place called Simply Bundt, or something like that. They were incredibly rich and tasty. The group sang the Happy Birthday Song two times: once for a young lady named Joy, who was part of the auditing team, and once for me. I, however, was made to wear the red straw hat and hold the piñata of a donkey. Typecasting at its worse! But it was a fun moment of jocularity.
I hope to be off to California tomorrow morning. I have plans to visit the Pathfinder Camporee at Glen Helen Park in Devore on Friday morning. The evening, however, is reserved for my grandson, who is turning four years of age! We will celebrate his birthday with family on Friday night. Then the rest of the weekend has been planned by my family to exhaust the last ounce of energy from my aging body. It involves packing, loading the cars, driving 300 miles—600 round-trip, unloading the cars, exploring the snow banks of Mammoth Mountain, playing with the grandkids, snow-boarding, falling, snowboarding some more, falling some more, one night of sleep and more traveling. Oh yes, and enjoying a Sabbath rest before it all begins. I do not know what my children are thinking! But honestly, there is no other place I would rather be than with my family.
When I pray the one thing I always ask is that God keep my family connected to him so that can I have the pleasure of enjoying in heaven forever—someday. There is much to love about this place called earth, but there is also much that is not right and will only get worse until God makes all things new. I would love to see my grandkids running and playing in a carefree world with no danger or death. There is too much that reeks of hate and anger and prejudice. No one is immune of the effects of the sin problem. I figure the longer I live will only expose me to more tragedy and pain in others. I can handle it, but I do not want to see my family go through it—ever! But it is as inevitable as the sunset and night on the equator. So while I pray for their safe-keeping, but I pray even more for their hearts—that they might be safe in God’s hands and secure in His salvation.
Lots to share, but I have exhausted my space. Tomorrow will come soon enough. Pray for the children…. (234.2)
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