Wednesday was hot, so Mike and Teddy invited themselves over for a dip in our pool. This is the kind of life we used to experience: people dropping in, and hey, Kay just happened to make enough supper to feed everybody.
Sitting around yacking after the kids were in bed, Teddy asked for prayer that the legendary Frap pickup would become a business again. He even brought one in to help make our prayers more concrete; we passed it around as we prayed. Then Teddy played his awesome popping and slapping stuff on my guitar — including his arrangement of “Goin’ Out of My Head” written by his dad and made famous by Little Anthony and the Imperials. …Teddy is a unique, unconventional person, full of many surprises.
Before they left, Mike insisted that they pray for me & Kay, that we would have spiritual protection as we get a new home group going.
I do think that as you step in to leadership, spiritual attacks and nit-picky harassment from the enemy increases. But we’ve been talking about a new home group for so long now that Kay says, “If we’re going to be hassled by the enemy anyway, we might as well start a new home group, huh?” (Hey folks, stop for a minute and pray for your pastor / mentor / coach. They need it.)
Now the steering in Kay’s van has been kind of loose and sloppy ever since the dealer did some recall work. It had so much “play” that it scared me. So Kay took it in to our local Vietnamese car guru, Mr. Long, on Thursday morning. Mr. Long took one look and said, “Your steering isn’t bolted down.” He showed Kay that just by wiggling the front wheels, the steering loosened by another quarter-inch. “Eventually,” he said, “you would completely lose control.” And he took his power wrench and zip-zip-zip tightened everything down.
All this, the day before Kay & I drove up to Sacramento and back, and a week before we drive down to San Diego for a family vacation. I was a little shaken when Kay called me from Mr. Long’s.
++ Thank you Jesus for protecting our lives. ++