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August 26, 2020
Meet the New Additions
If you follow me on Facebook, you already saw some of these pictures and have already been introduced to Emma and Gizmo. Also, if you follow the lives of my pets, you may remember that we have had cats or dogs named: Keisha, Pepper, Shadow, Pebbles, Bam-Bam, Dino, Fred, Betty, Barney, Alice and Cheshire. We worked on the Flintstones theme, but have pretty much exhausted those names. I did, however, see a tendency towards running through the alphabet, so having had an A, several B’s, a C, a D and an F, I thought we could continue that trend and give the new kittens E and G names. After we picked out two girls, though, the only G name I could think of was Gretel and I feared we would have to get a Hansel next. When I decided on Emma for our E name, it dawned on me that that was my grandmother’s name, and lo and behold, Hubby’s grandmother’s name had been Frieda. That sounded good to me. And Hubby? Wise man that he is, goes along with whatever his wife says.
Until we picked up the kittens and they told us the black one we were going to name Frieda was a boy. We were like, well, we’ve had as many males as females, so it doesn’t matter, except that changing names all over again threw me in a tizzy. Maybe I could still go with Gretel and Hansel.
Then on the way home, while she was chilling in their crate
And he was crawling all over me, looking at me with those ears, it dawned on me that he was a Gizmo. And sometimes he acts like a gremlin.
So, here are some of the pictures I’ve taken of them. A hard task as Gizmo never stops moving and I can’t just show you Emma.
She doesn't often stop moving either.
But at least Emma bonded with Dino quickly.
Gizmo? Not so much, but he is starting to tolerate the dog.
Almost looking at the camera.
Not looking at the camera at all.
So cute
Still not looking at the camera.
The only picture I could get of them together.
The next task is getting this guy, The Cheshire Cat, to be friends.
Until we picked up the kittens and they told us the black one we were going to name Frieda was a boy. We were like, well, we’ve had as many males as females, so it doesn’t matter, except that changing names all over again threw me in a tizzy. Maybe I could still go with Gretel and Hansel.
Then on the way home, while she was chilling in their crate
And he was crawling all over me, looking at me with those ears, it dawned on me that he was a Gizmo. And sometimes he acts like a gremlin. 
So, here are some of the pictures I’ve taken of them. A hard task as Gizmo never stops moving and I can’t just show you Emma.
She doesn't often stop moving either.
But at least Emma bonded with Dino quickly.
Gizmo? Not so much, but he is starting to tolerate the dog.
Almost looking at the camera.
Not looking at the camera at all.
So cute
Still not looking at the camera. 
The only picture I could get of them together.
The next task is getting this guy, The Cheshire Cat, to be friends. 
August 23, 2020
God Is With Us
God is our shelter and strength, always ready to help in times of trouble. So we will not be afraid, even if the earth is shaken and mountains fall into the ocean depths; even if the seas roar and rage, and the hills are shaken by the violence.There is a river that brings joy to the city of God, to the sacred house of the Most High. God is in that city, and it will never be destroyed; at early dawn he will come to its aid. Nations are terrified, kingdoms are shaken; God thunders, and the earth dissolves.
The Lord Almighty is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge.
Come and see what the Lord has done. See what amazing things he has done on earth. He stops wars all over the world; he breaks bows, destroys spears, and sets shields on fire. “Stop fighting,” he says, “and know that I am God, supreme among the nations, supreme over the world.”
The Lord Almighty is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge. (Psalm 46, Good News Translation)
I’ve shared Psalm 46:10 many times – “Be still and know that I am God.” In fact, I say that verse in my head sometimes to help me get to sleep at night. I should remember to say it when I’m stressed out during the day as well.
But isn’t the entire chapter great? I should memorize the whole thing. And once again, it is so true to the times we are living in. No matter what happens, we can never forget that God has got it covered.
Thank You, LORD, Father in Heaven, for being with us at all times, even when we stumble and fall, even when we mess things up. Amen.
August 19, 2020
2020 Camping Post #4 – What turned out to be our last day
Sadly, this will be my last post from our camping trip to Michigan in July. As it turned out Thursday, the 23rd would be our last full day and I guess I’m glad we made the most of it. We left the campground early and drove up through L’Anse and Baraga, past the Shrine to the Snow Shoe Priest.
Hard to get a good picture of it from the road though. Hubby always calls him the Spider Priest as that’s what the monument looks like to him.
View of Lake Superior from L’Anse Bay.
Driving through Houghton
And Hancock.
On to Jacob Falls.
And the Holy Transfiguration Skete Society of St. John, to buy cookies and other goodies at their Jampot Bakery.
The giant muffin was amazing. But unfortunately, the woman in line just in front of Hubby bought out all but three bags of cookies. Hubby was not happy.
Even Dino didn’t seem too happy.
We had lunch at a wayside along Lake Superior.
Drove down by the Eagle Harbor Life Saving Station.
And got a good view of the Eagle Harbor Lighthouse.
Next stop was the Assinins Cemetery, which is mostly an Indian burial ground, so filled with many interesting memorials.
At first I thought it didn’t look very well taken care of it, but it dawned on me that actually it shows more respect for the earth, which would seem the Native American way of dealing with death, right?
I took way too many pictures.
As long as I was on this sudden Native American burial ground trail, we next drove to the Indian Cemetery in L’Anse.
Again, waaaay too many pictures.
Like the previous cemetery, it appeared to be neglected, but in reality, I think it shows more care and love for the deceased than sanitized modern European-American cemeteries.
Returned to camp, ate, and went to bed, with plans for another full day on Friday. It was full all right. Full of a lot of pain and misery. If you haven’t heard about it yet, click the link here for the post of the sad story.There’s always next year.
Hard to get a good picture of it from the road though. Hubby always calls him the Spider Priest as that’s what the monument looks like to him.
View of Lake Superior from L’Anse Bay.
Driving through Houghton
And Hancock. 
On to Jacob Falls.
And the Holy Transfiguration Skete Society of St. John, to buy cookies and other goodies at their Jampot Bakery.
The giant muffin was amazing. But unfortunately, the woman in line just in front of Hubby bought out all but three bags of cookies. Hubby was not happy.
Even Dino didn’t seem too happy.
We had lunch at a wayside along Lake Superior. 
Drove down by the Eagle Harbor Life Saving Station.
And got a good view of the Eagle Harbor Lighthouse.
Next stop was the Assinins Cemetery, which is mostly an Indian burial ground, so filled with many interesting memorials.
At first I thought it didn’t look very well taken care of it, but it dawned on me that actually it shows more respect for the earth, which would seem the Native American way of dealing with death, right?
I took way too many pictures.
As long as I was on this sudden Native American burial ground trail, we next drove to the Indian Cemetery in L’Anse.
Again, waaaay too many pictures.
Like the previous cemetery, it appeared to be neglected, but in reality, I think it shows more care and love for the deceased than sanitized modern European-American cemeteries.
Returned to camp, ate, and went to bed, with plans for another full day on Friday. It was full all right. Full of a lot of pain and misery. If you haven’t heard about it yet, click the link here for the post of the sad story.There’s always next year.
August 16, 2020
To Live or Die
If we live, we live for the Lord; and if we die, we die for the Lord. So, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord. Romans 14:8 (New International Version)
When I sat down to write this post, and checked Bible Gateway website to start looking for a verse, this was the one that came up as the verse of the day.
Just before that, Hubby and I were talking about life and death. As believers, we know where we’re going when we die and we know we have nothing to fear. And with the same faith, we get through each day that we live.
But what about the in-between. You know what I mean. Where someone is suffering and dying. Or just suffering so much with whatever kind of malady that they wish they would die.
When I had my kidney stone a couple weeks ago, I was in so much pain I wasn’t sure if I was more among the living or the dead. We’ve all had that kind of pain, if not physically, certainly mentally or emotionally, when we don't think we can handle what we’ve been dealt.
Just like most of you, I’ve had a lot on my mind lately. And no, I’m not afraid of getting COIVD19 and dying. But if I were to get it and get it bad, I rather not end up on a ventilator. I work in health care so I know how incredibly not-fun that would be.
My greatest concern, though, is for all the people who are not believers. Who think that living life is all there is and you just die when you die. Or you go someplace else that’s an ok place to be. Or maybe get reincarnated. For me, none of those options make any sense and my heart cries for those people.
There are so many things going on in the world right now. I know that if you look back at history, things have been worse in the past. The pandemic of 1918-1919 which was at the same time as World War I. The Great Depression, World War II and the holocaust. Years and decades of famine in foreign countries. Earthquakes, hurricanes, wildfires. But a person has to wonder how much longer this will go on.
But no matter what happens, me and my house will serve the Lord (Joshua 24:15). I need not fear, as God is with me, He will strengthen me and help me and hold me with His right hand (Isaiah 41:10). I will be strong and courageous; I will not be afraid or discouraged, because my Lord and God is with me wherever I go (Joshua 1:9).
I pray the same is true for you.
August 12, 2020
2020 Camping Post #3 – A Tour of a Single City
July 22 seems so long ago. What have I been posting about here since then? Anyway, that Wednesday was our second full day of camping at Bewabic State Park in Crystal Falls, Michigan. It had been a cold, wet night the night before, and the temperature was only 59 when we finally headed out for a ride around 9:30. The sky assured us that rain was imminent. Our ride consisted of driving up and down pretty much every street in Crystal Falls, population 1,370, and taking up a distance of 3.47 square miles, so it’s not like traversing every street would be a major feat. I would have liked to walk some of those streets, but there were those rain clouds hanging overhead. Instead, a lot of pictures were taken through the truck windows and others were “snatch and go” (jump out of the truck, snap a half dozen pictures, jump back in, instruct Hubby to drive to the next block, where I repeated my antics. I hope no one was watching us.) And yes, the rain did eventually begin falling. I did, though, get the following pictures, between raindrops.
Crystal Falls dam and power plant
Clark’s Landing park which is adjacent to the dam
Crystal Falls theater
And lots of other buildings downtown
The Iron County courthouse
Harbor House Museum
A Community Garden
The Bigfoot Inn
And finally Winks Woods, which is a fun little craft shop where we did some shopping to support the local economy.
All of that took us just ‘til 11:15. After a lunch of leftovers, we read and napped and took a few short walks. Finally we resorted to building a campfire and making s’mores, even though we hadn’t eaten supper yet. But that worked out well as I was able to enjoy the s’mores more on an empty stomach.
This red squirrel enjoyed them too.
We went to bed hoping for better weather on the ‘morrow
Crystal Falls dam and power plant
Clark’s Landing park which is adjacent to the dam
Crystal Falls theater
And lots of other buildings downtown
The Iron County courthouse
Harbor House Museum
A Community Garden
The Bigfoot Inn
And finally Winks Woods, which is a fun little craft shop where we did some shopping to support the local economy.
All of that took us just ‘til 11:15. After a lunch of leftovers, we read and napped and took a few short walks. Finally we resorted to building a campfire and making s’mores, even though we hadn’t eaten supper yet. But that worked out well as I was able to enjoy the s’mores more on an empty stomach.
This red squirrel enjoyed them too.
We went to bed hoping for better weather on the ‘morrow
August 9, 2020
Down By The Lake
That same day Jesus went out of the house and sat by the lake.Matthew 13:1 (New International Version)
The above verse goes on to tell about the crowds surrounding Jesus, and how he got in a boat, from which he began telling parables. I like the picture painted in this short verse, though. I imagine Jesus sitting by the shore, watching the gently rolling waves, waiting as people gathered, walking many miles from their homes.
I’ve written here before, I’m sure, how much I love being on the shore of a lake, feeling the power in the water, drawing peace and strength from those waves. I know that I really can only acquire peace and strength from my Savior, Jesus Christ, but I see him in the water and in the blue sky above it. I can sense him in the leaves and pine needles of the trees outside as well. And even in the green beans and slowly ripening tomatoes in my garden. And I hear him in the laughter of small children and feel him in the warm, weathered hands of the elderly.
Yes, Jesus is my rock, and that rock, in my head, is on the shore of a quiet lake as well as in everything else around me.
Thank You, Lord, for being with me everywhere. Amen.
August 5, 2020
2020 Camping Post #2 – A Day of Towns, Waterfalls and Closed Places
It already seems like our July vacation was so long ago. I’m glad that I take so many pictures on every trip as sometimes it’s the only thing that helps me remember. That and of course my camping log.
It was a strange trip though, with the pandemic going on, everyone wearing masks and most museums and other tourist spots closed. We gave it our best shot though.
Tuesday, our first full day, we first headed out to Horserace Rapids, fifteen miles south-east of where we were camping. Very cool place, lots of rocks to climb on, and amazing views of the Paint River with cliffs on the opposite side. One of those places where I smack myself on the head wondering why I’ve never been here before.
From there, we drove twelve miles south, back into Wisconsin, to the tiny town of Florence. We drove around that little town WAY too many times. I thought there were so many cool buildings. And even a phone booth. Do kids even know what that is anymore?
We drove back into Michigan to Iron Mountain, where I took pictures of the train depot, the Dickinson County Courthouse, and the WWII Glider & Military Museum and Cornish Pump & Mining Museum, which I already knew was closed, but I still wanted to take pictures of the outside.
Next was the Jake Menghini Historical Museum, outside of Norway, again for just pictures of the outside. At least, with everything closed, it turned out to be an inexpensive vacation.
We continued on US 2 through Vulcan, where we turned around at the Vulcan Mine, which guess what? Was also closed.
When we drove back through Norway, we stopped at a historical monument for the Norway Spring. In 1903, it was caused by a hole drilled by the Oliver Mining Company in their search for iron ore.
And the Viking ship welcoming all to the city of Norway.
Finally, we stopped at the Fumee Creek Roadside Park, in honor of Brenda O’Brien. I always wonder who these people were that have parks dedicated to them. Anyway, the waterfalls over the creek was very pretty, despite the people who were there, one in particular, a woman with a large 35 mm on a tripod who tried, kindly, to tell me where to get the best view of the falls. I wanted to say, I’ve been viewing waterfalls for 40 years, I think I got this, but thanks.
The main falls is easily seen from the parking lot, as well as the bridge crossing the Fumee Creek, but the best spot is up the few dozen stairs to the upper falls, which though not nearly as high, I thought, was much more delightful. Until four people joined me, at which point, I had to scamper back down the stairs.
That was about the time when the sky decided it had had enough of just being gloomy and began to release its rain. As I was writing this, I was thinking I should share a screenshot from Google maps detailing our entire route. I decided, nah, let you figure it out for yourself.
It was a strange trip though, with the pandemic going on, everyone wearing masks and most museums and other tourist spots closed. We gave it our best shot though.
Tuesday, our first full day, we first headed out to Horserace Rapids, fifteen miles south-east of where we were camping. Very cool place, lots of rocks to climb on, and amazing views of the Paint River with cliffs on the opposite side. One of those places where I smack myself on the head wondering why I’ve never been here before.
From there, we drove twelve miles south, back into Wisconsin, to the tiny town of Florence. We drove around that little town WAY too many times. I thought there were so many cool buildings. And even a phone booth. Do kids even know what that is anymore?
We drove back into Michigan to Iron Mountain, where I took pictures of the train depot, the Dickinson County Courthouse, and the WWII Glider & Military Museum and Cornish Pump & Mining Museum, which I already knew was closed, but I still wanted to take pictures of the outside.
Next was the Jake Menghini Historical Museum, outside of Norway, again for just pictures of the outside. At least, with everything closed, it turned out to be an inexpensive vacation.
We continued on US 2 through Vulcan, where we turned around at the Vulcan Mine, which guess what? Was also closed.
When we drove back through Norway, we stopped at a historical monument for the Norway Spring. In 1903, it was caused by a hole drilled by the Oliver Mining Company in their search for iron ore.
And the Viking ship welcoming all to the city of Norway.
Finally, we stopped at the Fumee Creek Roadside Park, in honor of Brenda O’Brien. I always wonder who these people were that have parks dedicated to them. Anyway, the waterfalls over the creek was very pretty, despite the people who were there, one in particular, a woman with a large 35 mm on a tripod who tried, kindly, to tell me where to get the best view of the falls. I wanted to say, I’ve been viewing waterfalls for 40 years, I think I got this, but thanks.
The main falls is easily seen from the parking lot, as well as the bridge crossing the Fumee Creek, but the best spot is up the few dozen stairs to the upper falls, which though not nearly as high, I thought, was much more delightful. Until four people joined me, at which point, I had to scamper back down the stairs. 
That was about the time when the sky decided it had had enough of just being gloomy and began to release its rain. As I was writing this, I was thinking I should share a screenshot from Google maps detailing our entire route. I decided, nah, let you figure it out for yourself.
August 2, 2020
Those Beans
“Or suppose a woman has ten silver coins and loses one. Doesn’t she light a lamp, sweep the house and search carefully until she finds it? And when she finds it, she calls her friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost coin.’ In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.” Luke 15:8-10 (New International Version)
When I was a kid, summers were for running wild, spending our days (and some of our nights) outdoors, climbing trees, traipsing through the woods, and sometimes through the swamp. It meant freedom. At least until the beans in my parents’ garden took over our lives.
Then, from the end of July, until school started, it was a couple hours every day, bent over in the garden picking buckets’ full, then cutting each one into three or four bite-size pieces so Mom could blanch them and freeze them. I have a lot of happy childhood memories, and one of them is sitting in the kitchen in the evening, nearly in the dark because it was hot out and if we kept the lights off, supposedly it kept it cooler in the house. The Milwaukee Brewers would be on the radio, and as we listened to the game, we’d be cutting up all those stinkin’ green beans.
Flash-forward nearly a half-century and here I am, picking, cutting, blanching, freezing my own beans – more wax than green as I like them better. And it’s not as hot in my house; I’m too cheap to get air conditioning, but I do have more than one fan.
Yesterday, while out in the garden, tossing those beans into an ice cream pail, I missed and one of those beans fell to the ground. One, just one, tender five-inch-long, green bean. But I had to stop what I was doing to pick it up and put it in the pail so I didn’t forget about it and lose it. As silly a thing as it was, it still reminded me of the verse above. If I get this excited about one little bean, imagine how excited God gets over one little human soul?
Thank You, LORD, God, for loving each and every one of us, for caring about our futures, for gently placing us in Your bucket when we stray. Amen.
July 29, 2020
2020 Camping Post #1 - Overview
A week ago, this past Monday, Hubby, Dino and I took off for our annual camping trip. If you follow this blog (or just plain follow me in real life), you know the trip didn’t turn out as hoped. I try to keep it in perspective – the worst day on vacation is better than the best day at work! But really, it is what it is.
Overall, we had a good time and made it home safe and somewhat sound.
Here’s just a quick summary of some of the places we visited from our home base for the week, Bewabic State Park, just outside of Crystal Falls, Michigan. Over the next few weeks, I’ll give you more details, along with more of the 490 pictures I took!
The road to Horserace Rapids. Perhaps that ominous sky was foretelling how our week would go.
Horserace Rapids, worth the hike and the rain held off.
Dickinson County Courthouse in Iron Mountain
Viking ship welcoming you to the city of Norway
Fumee Waterfalls
Crystal Fall Dam and Power Plant
Downtown Hancock
View of Lake Superior from where we ate lunch
Assinins Cemetery, near Baraga
Pinery Indian Cemetery, near L'Anse
Sweet Dino, just chillin' with us
More pictures and stories coming soon.
Overall, we had a good time and made it home safe and somewhat sound.
Here’s just a quick summary of some of the places we visited from our home base for the week, Bewabic State Park, just outside of Crystal Falls, Michigan. Over the next few weeks, I’ll give you more details, along with more of the 490 pictures I took!
The road to Horserace Rapids. Perhaps that ominous sky was foretelling how our week would go.
Horserace Rapids, worth the hike and the rain held off.
Dickinson County Courthouse in Iron Mountain
Viking ship welcoming you to the city of Norway
Fumee Waterfalls
Crystal Fall Dam and Power Plant
Downtown Hancock
View of Lake Superior from where we ate lunch
Assinins Cemetery, near Baraga
Pinery Indian Cemetery, near L'Anse
Sweet Dino, just chillin' with us
More pictures and stories coming soon.
July 26, 2020
How Can I Doubt?
“Be joyful in hope; patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.” Romans 12:12 (New International Version)
Monday morning, Hubby and I set off for camping in Michigan’s UP. It had been our first vacation in a very long time, since well before the pandemic began. I had been anticipating this trip for months, fearful that it would be canceled like the last vacation in April due to COVID19.
But, no, we pulled out of the yard around eleven Monday morning, the pickup truck loaded and our faithful popup camper rolling along behind, Dino beside himself with joy that we were going away.
We had a good time, nothing exciting or special, just a few days to relax and not stress about things. Until around 4:30 Friday morning.
I won’t go into detail. I did at least avoid a trip to the ER, thanks to the amazing people I work with at the clinic back home, who gave me a phone visit by eight am and called in some drugs to the pharmacy near where we were camped. That makes it sound so simple.
In reality, I was writhing in pain in our truck in the parking lot of the pharmacy, waiting for those prescriptions to be filled. The curse of a previous vacation – dratted kidney stone. I feel like such a wimp. I know anyone who has had a kidney stone will tell you it is the worst pain they’ve ever had. But really, Chris? Writhing in pain? Acting like a crazy person, pacing in the parking lot, squatting on the pavement, nearly throwing up (by the way, those doggy poop bags they have in dispensers at parks double as puke bags).
At one point, as I was sitting on the truck’s running board, I turned to prayer. My usual – God I know you have better things to do, but can you please make this pain go away.
I looked down at the pavement and saw this heart-shaped pebble. Ok, God did not take away my pain, I don’t know why, that’s His decision to make, but He did let me know that He was still with me.
God, Father, thank You for always being there for me. Amen.
That’s not the end of the story though. After several trips into the pharmacy, Hubby came out again to report that they had the prescriptions but it would take about 20 minutes for them to be ready. He asked if I wanted to ride around town. I answered sure. After he picked up some juice for me at a gas station, I directed him to pull into a church parking lot. We’d driven past that church before and I thought it was so pretty. I wanted a picture. I didn’t take a picture though. Instead, it was more pacing and squatting and dry-heaving.
Until I saw a bunch of loose pebbles on the blacktop. I scooped them up and told Hubby that I would take them home and tell people that they were my kidney stones. This all was before I even took a narcotic pain pill!
I don’t know. To me, it is proof again that God answers our every prayer, maybe not how we would like it. But He always has an answer. And if His answer is to bless me with a weird sense of humor, who am I to doubt Him.
Monday morning, Hubby and I set off for camping in Michigan’s UP. It had been our first vacation in a very long time, since well before the pandemic began. I had been anticipating this trip for months, fearful that it would be canceled like the last vacation in April due to COVID19.
But, no, we pulled out of the yard around eleven Monday morning, the pickup truck loaded and our faithful popup camper rolling along behind, Dino beside himself with joy that we were going away.
We had a good time, nothing exciting or special, just a few days to relax and not stress about things. Until around 4:30 Friday morning.
I won’t go into detail. I did at least avoid a trip to the ER, thanks to the amazing people I work with at the clinic back home, who gave me a phone visit by eight am and called in some drugs to the pharmacy near where we were camped. That makes it sound so simple.
In reality, I was writhing in pain in our truck in the parking lot of the pharmacy, waiting for those prescriptions to be filled. The curse of a previous vacation – dratted kidney stone. I feel like such a wimp. I know anyone who has had a kidney stone will tell you it is the worst pain they’ve ever had. But really, Chris? Writhing in pain? Acting like a crazy person, pacing in the parking lot, squatting on the pavement, nearly throwing up (by the way, those doggy poop bags they have in dispensers at parks double as puke bags).
At one point, as I was sitting on the truck’s running board, I turned to prayer. My usual – God I know you have better things to do, but can you please make this pain go away.
I looked down at the pavement and saw this heart-shaped pebble. Ok, God did not take away my pain, I don’t know why, that’s His decision to make, but He did let me know that He was still with me. 
God, Father, thank You for always being there for me. Amen.That’s not the end of the story though. After several trips into the pharmacy, Hubby came out again to report that they had the prescriptions but it would take about 20 minutes for them to be ready. He asked if I wanted to ride around town. I answered sure. After he picked up some juice for me at a gas station, I directed him to pull into a church parking lot. We’d driven past that church before and I thought it was so pretty. I wanted a picture. I didn’t take a picture though. Instead, it was more pacing and squatting and dry-heaving.
Until I saw a bunch of loose pebbles on the blacktop. I scooped them up and told Hubby that I would take them home and tell people that they were my kidney stones. This all was before I even took a narcotic pain pill!
I don’t know. To me, it is proof again that God answers our every prayer, maybe not how we would like it. But He always has an answer. And if His answer is to bless me with a weird sense of humor, who am I to doubt Him.
