Martha

I need to post something here because Martha is long gone and yet the top of my page says she's here. She is, indeed, not here any longer.

What a whirlwind weekend we had when she was here, though. I ate so much and drove so much and rarely slept more than five hours. By the time she was gone, I was a wreck. I do not know how she made it through with her weary pregnant body.

Although I was physically a wreck, I most certainly was lifted up spiritually while she was here. Martha is not only family, but she's a dear friend. We can pick right up as though we never were apart. In fact, there were times when it felt as though we were right back to our late teens/early twenties. During some pretty trying times of struggle they are experiencing lately, I'm encouraged by Martha and her husband Dave's ability to keep their eyes focused on what God has planned for them. They both know He has something in store for them.

I already miss you Martha. I wish you were closer so we could just get together for tea and let our children run rampant together.

Next visitor . . . Martha's brother Jeff on May 4th. Another weekend that I will be at a conference in Brampton, however. This time it's a worship conference with Robin Mark, Brian Doerksen and Geoff Moore. I'm stoked!!

She's here!

I had an uneventful drive to the airport and managed to find parking in the parkade without too much issue. I made note of where I parked the car (even noted it in my Blackberry). It was in F6.

Well, what I didn't notice was that there was also a great big number on the post telling me what floor I was on. I just assumed the 6 in the F6 was the floor number. I was WRONG!! It seemed so easy to get into the airport, but when we were walking to the car we had an option of going down a ramp to level 4, or up to levels 5 and up. So, we went up.

Finding no sign of an F6 there we got in an elevator and went to the 6th floor. Oddly, my car wasn't there either. The panic button was ineffective at locating my car on other floors it seems.

Fortunately, I found a nice young guy working there who directed me to a specific elevator and told me to go to level 4. Lo and behold, there was my car. I will never make fun of my ex for having done this to me twice in the past. Okay, I probably will make fun of him, but I just won't tell him about my not finding my own way back.

Anyhow, Martha is here, safe and sound. This weekend is just going to go by too quickly, I reckon.

A good laugh is good medicine

Of course, having a father like mine is usually cause for a good laugh, but tonight had me in stitches. We (Mom, Dad and I) had a lovely dinner at Luke and Jen's and then a great time sitting about and bantering.

When we got into the car to come home, I won the esteemed chauffeur position (actually, I don't even fight this one any more . . . I have just accepted the fact that I'm the better driver). Anyhow, when we all got in the car the interior light was still on as was the door open sign. We all checked our doors and found that the front passenger door, where Dad was sitting, wouldn't latch. Dad slammed it a few times, but decided it would thaw as we were driving.

I have to say that I felt like we were in a Chevy Chase movie. There was just something about Dad gripping the door, which would open ever few seconds far enough to turn the interior light on and make the door open sign "ding". Many many jokes were made on the drive home (like Dad suggesting he could maybe get a deer with it), which seemed like an eternity at fifteen minutes.

Sure enough, when we pulled in the driveway . . . the door latched.

Murphy is alive and well!!