Yesterday was beautiful. A perfect April day after what seemed like 40 days worth of rain over just 4 days. Adam was still feeling down but by the afternoon he had enough energy to join us outside for a spontaneous street gathering.
There was talk of another street film party, which would be great now that we have so many kids on the street. Tanya's daughter Joanna let us borrow their Mr. Bean collection. Regine, our next door neighbor, insisted we take her house key so that we could use her washer and dryer; the laundromat having lost its charm when Martha was asked if she was the attendant the other day. Carolyn taking Camille for a couple of hours and when we picked her up she had made Chinese scallion pancakes for us. Very delicious. John making his usual goofy observations and extolling the virtues of an old fashioned push mower. He had me convinced as my mower had just broken down not an hour prior. Fin selling pencils, he said for his school, but he would skim a little off the top. Folks talking about summer plans. Adam, Fin and Tanya's boys talking about whatever they were talking about. It was almost a perfect afternoon.
This morning at work we had our Monday morning leadership meeting, recently blessedly moved from 430 in the afternoons, and were joined by the Skyline Medical Center pastor, Harry Yates. Harry is an interesting guy. He started the local Cowboy Church, nashvillecowboychurch.org, check it out, and he is married to Johnny Cash's sister. No kidding. He is also a great guy. He opened our meeting with a prayer and devotion. He told a story which I can't quite remember the details of but the lesson was clear. "A place with all sunshine all the time is a desert. " It may be too early to find meaning it what Adam is going through. But Harry's comment made me think about Adam's life, cancer, the future, all the rain we have had in Nashville and the beautiful Sunday afternoon yesterday. Harry ended with a joining of hands and a prayer for Adam and for me. I teared up a little. Sometimes letting people care for you is hard.
There was talk of another street film party, which would be great now that we have so many kids on the street. Tanya's daughter Joanna let us borrow their Mr. Bean collection. Regine, our next door neighbor, insisted we take her house key so that we could use her washer and dryer; the laundromat having lost its charm when Martha was asked if she was the attendant the other day. Carolyn taking Camille for a couple of hours and when we picked her up she had made Chinese scallion pancakes for us. Very delicious. John making his usual goofy observations and extolling the virtues of an old fashioned push mower. He had me convinced as my mower had just broken down not an hour prior. Fin selling pencils, he said for his school, but he would skim a little off the top. Folks talking about summer plans. Adam, Fin and Tanya's boys talking about whatever they were talking about. It was almost a perfect afternoon.
This morning at work we had our Monday morning leadership meeting, recently blessedly moved from 430 in the afternoons, and were joined by the Skyline Medical Center pastor, Harry Yates. Harry is an interesting guy. He started the local Cowboy Church, nashvillecowboychurch.org, check it out, and he is married to Johnny Cash's sister. No kidding. He is also a great guy. He opened our meeting with a prayer and devotion. He told a story which I can't quite remember the details of but the lesson was clear. "A place with all sunshine all the time is a desert. " It may be too early to find meaning it what Adam is going through. But Harry's comment made me think about Adam's life, cancer, the future, all the rain we have had in Nashville and the beautiful Sunday afternoon yesterday. Harry ended with a joining of hands and a prayer for Adam and for me. I teared up a little. Sometimes letting people care for you is hard.
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I "tear up" with you my friend.
Peace and comfort...
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