What a weekend

Friday and Saturday Mama and I traveled with the old folks from the church. We went to what is called The Gardens in Mineral Wells, TX where we spent the morning looking at some of the most beautifully maintained plant scapes I have seen outside of a state operated botanical garden. We ate our lunch there and traveled onto Glen Rose, TX where we saw the play, The Promise.

The play was well done but not on the scale of the plays we saw while we were in New Jersey. It was an enactment of the life of Christ from His birth to His Resurrection. I often have a difficult time enjoying a play in which Christ is depicted as a character (acted out by an actor). I never get the sense that the real demeanor of our Lord is ever done justice. I would never attempt it. All in all it was good – at least it was not over dramatized.

On Saturday we went to a “Gospel Grass Sing” at Oakdale Park in Glen Rose. The men from our church that practice almost every Sunday afternoon gave a 45 minute concert as one of the many groups participating. It was very enjoyable. Mama and I hitched a ride home with a couple from the church that had come up for the gospel sing portion done by the church group. We got home a little after 3 pm.

On the trip Mama found out about a sibling group of children in foster care. They live right beside one of the ladies we were traveling with. Mama expressed her interest and that was all it took. We are going to meet the little ones this evening after I get off work. Mama will be in town for her pre-op work this morning and has a full agenda for the rest of the day as she waits for me to get off.  The only complicated part is that we will have to make it a short visit because we have to get home to get ready for church. We started revival services yesterday.

One other note; I told Mama we needed to explore the possibility of selling the farm and buying a place closer to the church. I feel it is important to know for certain that the farm we now have is where God wants us to stay. We should never have anything in our lives that we cannot give to God at any time He requires it of us. It is all borrowed from Him anyway.

With that thought in mind Mama and I are going to look into the possibility of moving if the Lord opens the doors to do so. If it does not happen then we will continue as we have planned on the property we now own. We are looking for God in this so whatever happens, it will not be an ordinary occurrence; trading one debt for another. We will know it when we see it. If we do not see it, we will stay where we are.

So, over a weekend with the old folks we went from pretty settled to the possibility of selling the farm and moving again while adopting three little girls; and that was only part of the weekend.

On a sad note, Grandpa and Victoria spent Saturday morning walking over the property adjacent to our farm looking for any signs of Dodger. He never came home Thursday evening. The last we saw of him, he and Sam were headed off to rout the coyotes from the property just south of us. Assuming that he was killed in that pursuit, we were hoping to find some evidence of that so we could at least get closure for Victoria, but we have found nothing.

That is the second Scotty we have lost under unpleasant circumstances.