"That was the best s'more I've had in years!" So said my brother-in-law.
We didn't try out the firepit, but s'mores were the order of the day anyway! Mary Helen, her husband Smith, and I had a good ole time roasting marshmallows and smooshing them on to chocolate layered graham crackers. I honestly don't remember the last time I did this. NEXT TIME IN THE FIREPIT is our war cry.
On Saturday morning, Mary Helen and Smith gathered around their laptop (in my now wireless environment!!!!) to visit for an hour with their son, daughter-in-law, and two grandkids in Kenya. What is this world coming to?
They watched the grandkids tumble on the couch, eat, laugh, and play. Then Mary Helen told them stories and they sat rivoted as she regaled them half a world away. It didn't matter she had Daniel, Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego all in the lion's den ---- she was telling the story with great drama and love.
Why do we think the God of the Universe can't see us, hear us, and be ever present with us when we casually sit down to share life with Kenya from the piney woods of East Texas? Surely, He is way more powerful than some highly-creative development team that figured out Skype. We often have such small minds. It takes human invention to remind us of the giant intellect of our God and Father.
Good weekend! Go have a s'more ---- it is good for you soul!
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