June 2, 2006

Bubba works on his Harley pose.

Micaela contemplates how many grains of sand it will take to make a pie.

Rainboots Rock!

God is good! Today God told me to stop worrying. At least that is how I understood it. While we were driving to drop Becky off for her scrapbooking retreat, Becky and I were engaged in a very serious conversation about how worried I have been lately about moving and finding a job. Well when I looked up I found a sheriff flashing me over. As soon as I saw this I thought, " I'm getting what I deserve." I wasn't intentionally speeding. I wasn't paying attention at all. I was so worried about what I was going to do to get a job that I ignored the present. It was right before I saw the sheriff that Becky had just said, "..it's not your job, Ian, to find a job. That is in God's hands." Well the sheriff asked for all my information which I did not have. It seems I had not yet put the updated proof of insurance in the car. The one I gave him expired yesterday. The sheriff accepted the information and went back and spent some time "checking out my info". When he returned he asked if I was active duty Air Force. I replied in the affirmative. He then told me he was going to cut me a break and gave me two tickets. One was a fix-it ticket for the insurance and the second was only a warning for going 46 in a 35 zone. I knew I deserved a real ticket. God got my attention through something as simple as a warning ticket. I hope that I listen to him more so that he will never have to get my attention using something bigger and better than that.

The kids have been great today. After dropping Becky off they played inside until nap time. Nap time was a bit rough in getting started, but once it began we all had a good two hour nap. Yes, daddy too. We then played outside from 5:00 to 9:00. I love being outside and so do they. Next blog I'll have to include some pictures of our garden. We have three volunteer pumpkins, many volunteer basil plants and some volunteer indian corn that was thrown out in the compost pile last thanksgiving. That is all in addition to the tomatoes, peppers, onions and beans that I planted on purpose. I also planted collards, but I fed them to the aphids. They loved it.

Micaela must feel like she has to make up for Becky's absence. If she wasn't here us guys would probably forget what english sounded like. We love you all.