Life isn't always a bowl of cherries on the road. Sometimes, too little sleep, too much sugar and unmet expectations.....well, let me just tell you, it ain't pretty.
The day started well enough. We had decided to attend a church Bo Hunkmeister spotted on our way into the Little Rock KOA . He set his alarm not realizing that his PDA was still on Eastern Time and not Central Time which we're in until Virginia tomorrow. So we were all up by 6:30 am. But, on the bright side, this gave us time to make french toast for breakfast, pack up the RV and make the first service at the church. And our day began well; very well in fact.
This church was gi-huge-ic. They had a main building with offices, a worship center (that's a sanctuary equivalent), multipurpose rooms and class rooms and they still needed six (yes, six) trailers out back to handle the overflow of children. Their membership is currently at 1,000 and they started eight years ago in a high school auditorium. We were greeted at the front door by no less than three people. After getting all our particulars, they escorted the kids to their classes. The kiddies must have sensed something cool because no one took the option of staying with Mom and Dad. We had some great worship time and a good teaching on James 1 (hey Bill P.) After the teaching someone played "It Is Well With My Soul" on violin. For those of you who know me, I've got a soft spot for those old timey hymns.
Afterwards, we went to get Tater and Baby. Tater actually said, "That was fun!" The older kids came tumbling out of their class with chocolate bars in hand so I needn't tell you how highly they esteemed this church. All this to say, people of Little Rock, do yourself a favor and go to The Summit Church.
After church, we went up the road to Le Mart Wally to re-stock. This must have been one of the older ones because I've never seen one so small and sad looking. It actually had empty shelves. A Wal-Mart with empty shelves ~shakes head and sighs~ We got our stuff and beat a hasty retreat.
We got on the road late. Baby had trouble sleeping, it was hot and sweaty in the RV and toys were not working like they were supposed to. By the time we rolled into Nashville, most of the kids were a bit strung out and letting us know it.
The ray of sunshine in this little cloud though was dinner. We went to a place called Cock of the Walk for fried catfish. Bo and I got the sampler plate with some stuff for the kids. Wouldn't you know, corn bread, home made cole slaw and two enormous plates of fried everything were delivered to our table by an adorable waitress. We had chicken, shrimp, catfish, fries and hush puppies. Oh, the hush puppies...and that sauce! Mmmmm, I was lovin' me some sauce and hush puppies!
But back to our tale of woe. The kids barely held it together for dinner and completely fell apart getting ready for bed. Baby was rashy and we had nothing for his butt so our day ended not so well. But as Pastor Bill at The Summit Church taught us this morning:
1. a trial is not an obstacle to growth but the solitary road to growth
2. you never have to navigate the road without sufficient wisdom
3. this road, well navigated, yields incredible, eternal rewards.
I'm growin', I'm growin'!
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