donut tower update

You can quit holding your breath now! As promised, I am now posting a professional picture of the donut tower I blogged about in DONUT QUEST.

First, to set the stage. Little V and I moved said donut tower from the car to the reception in this.

A deluge. Gully-washer. A drenching downpour or quite the cloudburst. We are not experienced with this kind of rain in West Texas. We were woefully unprepared.

This is how little V and I looked after hauling in the tower.

Why do I look like a drowned NYC sewer rat and Miss V looks all fluffy and cute??! She even has her chic handbag over her shoulder. Lot of good it did her. It wasn’t big enough for an umbrella, apparently.

The finished tower.

Or as I refer to it, the monument to my insanity.

Every rainstorm can have a rainbow. Here’s our rainbow.

Giving thanks today.

Monumental love to all.

hound of heaven

The phrase hound of heaven is not original with me. The Hound of Heaven is a poem written by Francis Thompson. It refers to God as being a hound in the sense He is resolutely seeking a relationship with us…you and me.

He wants you. He REALLY wants you!

The events of this weekend sprung this doggy imagery to mind. If you’ve ever owned any type of hound dog, this imagery resonates with you. The hound’s heightened sense of smell and his resolve and talent in persuing prey is unparalleled.

The hound sniffed out my grandmother, Lucy. I keep this certificate of her baptism on my desk. It reminds me of her reliance on faith during the darkest days of World War II when her son, my dad, was serving in the Pacific. The date reads February of 1945. The war was over within the year and my dad was discharged from the Army. He came back in body, at least; not so much in spirit. Lucy was a rock during my chaotic childhood years.

Maybe just an old piece of paper, but precious to me.

When I was 11 in Del City, Oklahoma, someone knocked on our door from the local Southern Baptist Church. Those were the days when you let people in, and that’s just what I did. This lovely lady told me of the One who was seeking me. Someone was seeking me?…really?! Went to the local church and got baptized. No sprinkling for me….the preacher submerged me and I came up a new person. The hound has continued tracking me, even during days when I wandered far from the safety of his doghouse.

The Texan and I baptized all of our Sprouts when they were infants. The children were a gift to us, and we wanted to be sure we gave them back to the One who entrusted them to us. That determined hound has kept their scent and they are finding their own ways.

Sprout #3’s baptism day. He’s getting married in September!

The hounding never stops and guess who is seeking the grandbaby?

Baby G with his dad

Our family gathered at a local church to witness G’s baptism. The minister claimed G ‘packed the pews’!

Darn teeth! When are they going to come in? He chomped his fingers the entire time.

G isn’t aware of the hound of heaven yet, but he’ll figure it out someday. We’ll be sure to tell him of this day and of the One who is doggedly seeking him.
The minister walked G the entire length of the middle aisle to let everyone get a good look at him. The congregants promised to help him grow in faith and to surround him with love.

What a weekend! Sprout #3 was here with his bride-to-be, Jenn. When we weren’t baptizing, we were talking of and planning for their big day. Rest assured the hound has his nose on them, as well.

I feel blessed. Hope you feel that way too, because of the One who will not let you go….nor rest from His seeking of you. How are you being sniffed out?

Hound-y love to all.

news

So much news….so little time.

Made the drive to the Dallas area to visit Sprout #3 and play a little golf with the Texan. I was struck by the increased greening of the countryside as we drove further southeast. Praise God Texas is getting some rain! We’ve had some good rains in central Texas and we’re beginning to see (maybe?) the loosening grip of the devilish drought.

No spring-time trip in Texas is complete without the obligatory photo of the bluebonnets. The Sprout and Texan coaxed me out of the car to pose in this field of road-side wildflowers. As I knelt down to get close to bursting blooms for the photo, I THOUGHT I heard the Sprout yelling, ‘Be sexy!’ Therefore, I obediently laid on my side and gave the Texan my best sexy pout for the camera-phone. When I returned to the car, the disgusted Sprout explained he was shouting, ‘DON’T be sexy!’
Oops.
Must have been the noise of traffic whizzing by….or old age. Can’t. help. myself.
I thought you’d enjoy seeing my blue photo.


Kinda looks like Grandma forgot to take her Miralax

 While were were in Big D, the grandson attended his first NCAA March Madness basketball game in Albuquerque, New Mexico. He saw his Mom’s alma mater, Baylor, beat Colorado. Sic ’em Bears!

His KK got him the Baylor T-Shirt

Maybe next year he can fill out his bracket IF he has the cash.

Driving back to Amarillo, we stopped at a cool trailer place. You see, I’ve been without horse-wheels for a while now. It’s complicated, but I sold my truck and trailer years ago and relied on my horse trainer to haul my horse to shows for me. He moved downstate and I was left with horses, but no way to haul them. The Texan helped me solve this dilemma. I can borrow his red truck and pull this sweet little number down the road.

Happiness

Thank you, Texan. xoxo

Now….for the most splendiforous news. Steady yourself. Really.

Ta-dah-dah——-dah-DAH!

Sprout #3 (first in our hearts!) asked darling J to marry him!

The handsome couple in Cabo last year

We think it’s the smartest thing he’s ever done. We ADORE her. We’re giddy with excitement for these two extraordinary young people. Guess that means there’s gonna be a wedding! Fun times. We feel profoundly blessed.

Thanks for sharing all this news with me, kind reader. I couldn’t wait to tell you this stuff!

Bluebonnet-y love to all.