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The Little Things

Monday, May 1, 2006 0:45 AM CDT

It's the little things that get you.

Had to buy peanut butter. I only bought creamy peanut butter today. Dave was the only one that liked crunchy peanut butter. The jar with the red lid looked lonely without its blue-lid companion.



And this weekend, working like dogs in the backyard, prepping for the fence. Zach putting on the music, and half-dancing, half-trotting, loping across the yard with that unique bounce in his step and that huge Meyer grin. It's hard to describe, but if you've ever seen Dave feeling just a little silly, you know EXACTLY what I mean.

Thanks Kevin, Debra, Jake and Megan Wright for all your help this weekend. Mimi, Amelia, Alexio, and Alison joined in, too. Wow! It was back-breaking work...that ancient fence was really in there. But we had Kevin, thank heavens. And three delightful teenage boys, ready to prove they were as manly as Kevin. It was miserable and fun, pizza never tasted so good, my muscles are sore, and I can hardly walk, but it was good, soul-cleansing work.

New song for you:

Praise You In This Storm by Casting Crowns

I was sure by now
That You would have reached down
And wiped our tears away
Stepped in and saved the day
But once again, I say "Amen", and it's still raining

As the thunder rolls
I barely hear Your whisper through the rain
"I'm with you"
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away

I'll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
Every tear I've cried
You hold in Your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm

I remember when
I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry
You raised me up again
My strength is almost gone
How can I carry on
If I can't find You

As the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
"I'm with you"
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away

I lift my eyes unto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The Maker of Heaven and Earth


And God sends help, in the form of Deb and crew. Deb wearing a shirt that on the front says, "HELP IS ON THE WAY" and on the back, "HELP IS WALKING OUT THE DOOR" Thank goodness she hasn't walked out!

Love you all,
Shell

PS. Zach's selling raffle tickets to raise money for his baseball team's travelling costs:
First Prize: Mariner's getaway, two box seat tickets behind home plate, two nights lodging in Seattle and #100.00 cash.
Second Prize: Dinner for 2 and one night's lodging at Wildhorse Casino and 2 rounds of golf.
Third prize: $250.00 cash!
Tickets are $10. Let me know if you want one.

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