Count It All Joy.

by chuckofish

Well, Hello, dear readers. Daughter #1 here after quite the hiatus. My mother and I continue to cross things off the massive to do list, arguing at least once a week with an AI bot about whether or not a REPRESENTATIVE! is available. Lol, except seriously.

As my mother has said, Mr Smith continues to serve as emotional support dog during the 12 minutes a night when he is not keeping a close watch and discouraging those meddlesome neighbors from walking down the sidewalk in front of our house. “OH HELL NO, I know that hunched over old lady with a cane on the far side of Hanley is not walking through my line of vision,” he barks, practically spitting with rage. I can translate, clearly.

But for a few minutes each night (more and more as it gets darker earlier), he sits in my lap like this.

I dropped Mr. Smith at the Kennel this afternoon because I’m heading to Illinois for a little sister time this weekend. But first I have to get through the Mideast District Meeting for the Missouri DAR on Friday morning–always a lesson in patience.

At church, our current sermon series is a study of James, where, of course, we are reminded to “Count it all joy, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness.”

And with that, happy weekend!