He laid one on me...

Well, here we are ten years later. Today marks the spot in the road when Kent & I had our first blind double date. It was a Thursday and a very cold Halloween, I might add, when we went on our first date to a Junior High football game in Archer City. If we had not been fond of one another it would have been a miserable experience.

Later in the evening, we warmed our toes at Bennigan's in Wichita Falls (the receipt is still in my billfold, and no I didn't pay). Two things stick out in my memory. First, I ordered a hot chocolate and they brought me a cup of hot water and a package of mix. After seeing the disappointment on my face, Kent sent it back to be fixed just the way I wanted it...whip cream and all. Lastly, Kent prayed before the meal in the midst of an atmosphere of the holiday haunts and howling. I was impressed!

The date ended with the two of us all alone in his pickup truck. He turned, for what I thought was gonna be a big sloppy one, and asked if we could pray for God's will in this friendship. Did he kiss me? I'll never tell!

Somewhere Called Nowhere!

We saw the movie that was filmed in Guthrie @ the 6666 Ranch. We provided ice for the caterers that fed the cowboys and film crew. It was neat. And lo and behold, we caught our name, Trainham Ice, in the credits. Thanking us for what I'm not quite sure, but maybe they were a little shocked that anyone would deliver ice out in the middle of nowhere. It's no biggee when you already live in the middle of nowhere.

Kittysitter!

Well, on October 7th we had a wedding shower in our home. Needless to say the kitties couldn't keep from peering into gifts and exploring the serving table, so they spent the night at the Holiday Outside Inn. The shower was blessed by the hand of God. The geraniums came out of their month long slumber and once again decided to bloom. The mums peeked out, as well, making an early debu. The breeze was cool and gently rushing through old-fashioned freshly painted screen doors. The a/c was set on seventy degrees and didn't kick on till the last few minutes of the shower. Our hometown couple was blessed with gifts that covered every crick and cranny of my home.

Last weekend we went for a trip to Lubbock. My friend offered to kittysit. This was a huge first for us--a kittysitter, who has a kittysitter? After the shower antics, my hubby thought these kittens can stay outside for three days. I, of course, thought three days in the Holiday Outside Inn was unthinkable. We compromised with a kittysitter.

After an all-over-my-toes sermon on Sunday, I was feeling the need to have a nose-in-the-carpet of the alter moment. But, not wanting to embarrass our hostess with the mostest, I went to my knees on the inside of my heart. Later, hubby made mention that it would have been better for me to offend our hostess than the Holy Spirit. Now you see my point, I am the one that needs a 'sitter'. I'm as finicky as my kittens. And thank you God for the 'sitters' assigned to me. Daily, hourly, minute-by-minute they have the large and in-charge task of taking care of me. I'm sorry for times when my claws come out!

Psalm 91:10-12
Evil can't get close to you,
harm can't get through the door.
He ordered his angels
to guard you wherever you go.
If you stumble, they'll catch you;
their job is to keep you from falling.