For Wilshire Baptist Church
I needed the moment, wanted it badly and practically dreamed about it, and when it finally came I was petrified. But now I’m grateful that it came, and I don’t need that moment again. It was a stitch in time, as the saying goes.
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Two people live at our house. One is generous and hospitable. The other is hesitant and standoffish. You might doubt that, but it shows up in the smallest, most innocuous ways.
Last week, when the brush and bulky trash truck finally came up our street, I ran downstairs to watch it from the front window. In Garland, the truck comes every week, and while we had no storm debris to carry away, I had a big pile of brush and branches that I had been weeks in dragging out to the curb and I wanted to make sure it got picked up.
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We didn’t have any damage from the brief but violent storm on Sunday afternoon, but we certainly felt its fury and have witnessed the aftermath. The wind shook the house enough that we opened the door to the under-stair closet in case we needed to jump in. And in less than an hour we had two inches of water in the rain gauge and 50 gallons in the new rain barrel that we set up the day before.
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