Never pass up an opportunity to pray
Yesterday as I was taking the garbage for a drive around Roseburg, I thought, my life is funny. Is it cuz I see it that way, or am I just hilarious?
I was searching for the dump. I wasn't finding it. I thought I had a good idea where it was, but somehow it remained hidden from me, and my trash in the trunk.
It stank.
Eventually ingenuity (or stupidity) prevailed and I saw someone driveing with a pick up truck full of garbage. Daine yelled "Mom, follow that truck!" I agreed.
We followed him to the dump... by then I was on the correct path anyway.
My son thinks I am hopeless. I assure him I am not lost, but he never believes me anymore.
We celebrated afterwards. We bought some "spoil Daine" toys at Walmart. I don't have the money, but he was lonely for company, and I figured I could find him something to keep him busy.
Walkie Talkie's, spy Glasses, and some sea creatures that grow in water. He was busy for hours. I am thankful.

All we can think about now is moveing. Step two.
A young man just showed up on my porch selling devotional books. I am out of money, so he prayed with me.
Never pass up the opportunity to pray.
Son is quiet... he is still at the age where I check on him from time to time.
Later Gator