Thanks for the invitation to a little get-together south of Spokane along Highway 27. It’s a sleepy Sunday, warm and lazy with a promise of thunderstorms a-comin. Slightly humid … a day made for a drive through the farmlands and little communities that dot the side roads. Traffic is non-existent, and it’s been another uplifting day at church with good company. We’ll have some great grilled chicken and homemade rolls, tasty insalata caprese, fantastic pasta salad, fresh fruit and ice cream and frozen yogurt. Yum.
We’re sitting around in a little town of 494 people … our hosts and their sweetest little daughter … and another couple with their newborn little guy … and our pastor and his wife, with his sons family too … and other friends from “up north” in Spokane … and I see this table.
My daddy made that , some years ago, says our host. Also this chair …
Yes, the chair folds up, just like any folding chair should. BUT … look closer. At the chair. See the heart shape? In the middle of the back? Now go back and look at the first table. See it there?
One of these mornings
You’re going to rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings
And you’ll take to the sky
But until that morning
There’s a’nothing can harm you
With your daddy and mammy standing by.