Mama comes home, bad weather, Grandma and Grandpa

Mama comes home tomorrow. I sure am ready. They went to the beach yesterday and all five of them got sunburns; Mama, Cori and the kids. Meanwhile, back in Chico the weather turned nasty and covered the roads with ice by the time Victoria got off work at 5 pm.

She had taken the truck at Grandpa’s insistence because he thought the tires on her car would not be trustworthy in the snow. By past experience, I know the truck does not do well at all in bad weather condition, especially ice, so I drove to Bowie during my lunch break and swapped the van for the truck. Even with front wheel drive she still had trouble getting out of the slick parking lot.

We went to church even though the weather conditions were bad. In case we did have services I wanted to be there. Victoria got home in time to change and go with me. Surprisingly, there were about forty people there. It was the last night of our revival – and it was worth the trip. It always is. We abbreviated the service and were back home by 8:30. Roads were terrible.

Saturday it will be nice to have Mama back at home because we have several irons in the fire and I really need her to help me coordinate the crews we have coming out that day. The crew doing the trees is slated to be done by 11 a.m. I am not sure it the septic company will be there or not on Friday or Saturday or perhaps Monday but they are going to start working soon.

Grandma and Grandpa are talking about leaving for West Virginia on Sunday. There was a time when he would not have considered traveling on Sunday but those days are long gone. They will be with Norman and Seth until mid-April. At least, that is the word for now. Grandpa hopes to earn a wad of cash to spend on renovating Victoria’s house while he is there. I hope that works out for him. Pray for them as they travel.

I believe his long range plan is to get the house in shape so Norman and Seth can live there when they move to Texas later in the year.  I have not been told but that is what I read between the lines. Victoria is okay with that for now…as long as the renovations meet her expectations. After all, it is her house.

Grandma went to church with us Sunday evening and just before service the pastor asked her to hold her peace. She did, but it bothered her. (Her amen-ing and co-preaching can be quite distracting because it is never quietly done.)  The preaching -which she totally misinterpreted - bothered her. She did not say anything to me but Victoria caught the brunt of her criticism the following day – all day. It may be a while before she comes back.

Her and Grandpa’s argument has always been “where’s the love?” This only fed their disdain for churches in general. But for the rest of the attendees that night it made the service more enjoyable. The next night Dan Martin, the evangelist, preached on why people quit on God. The root cause is that they are offended; offended by preaching, offended by something said, offended by the Word of God, offended by the Lord and His requisite standards. Too true.

I came to the office late this morning and at almost 10a.m. I am still the only one here. It is rather nice.