I am writing this post from my daughter and son-in-law's home. We just returned from "Family Fun Night" at their church. When we left at 7:00 p.m., costumed kids were still poring through the front doors, their parents in tow. If I had to guess, I would say well over a thousand people showed up for candy, games and prizes!
My daughter and son-in-law had a sports booth with a baseball and basketball toss. So they dressed up in football jerseys. I went as the ref and Baby Gracie as a football! I was in charge of the football. It was so precious to watch her watching all the people and activities. I love this stage, when babies start interacting with the world. It is like God turned on a light in her brain!
There was a bit of a scare tonight. My son-in-law's sister and family called us as they left the church. They said there was a group of people in the parking lot causing a commotion. They were screaming at people walking in. "God hates you"! And other mean things. Apparently the police had been notified and were entering the building. My daughter was feeding Gracie on a couch bear the entrance when I got the call. I told her to move away from the door. We heading into the back room where there was a puppet show being held. My daughter told me to stay with Gracie while she went and told her husband what was going on. She came back shortly and said the people had left. I was a bit shaken. Especially since earlier this morning, I had a feeling I should check breaking news. It had been a couple of weeks since the last mass shooting, and I had a feeling something would occur on Halloween.
I was enjoying a nice breakfast and Bible study and prayer time at Wichita Pub when my mother texted me about the terrorist attack in New York.
It saddens me that this has become almost routine in our lives. Even though there were not as many casualties as the last shooting, I pray for the families of the victims and the residue of fear these attacks leave in all of our hearts.
It is getting late. I am going to close now. Thinking about our dangerous world and the precious innocent lives is bringing on my wheezy cough. Must not awaken the sleeping baby!
I wish you a happy Tuesday evening. Be safe. Talk to you tomorrow.
Love,
Zita
P.S. I jog-walked 3/4 mile to breakfast and did my daily hoop workout! Day 136. In my ref costume!
My daughter and son-in-law had a sports booth with a baseball and basketball toss. So they dressed up in football jerseys. I went as the ref and Baby Gracie as a football! I was in charge of the football. It was so precious to watch her watching all the people and activities. I love this stage, when babies start interacting with the world. It is like God turned on a light in her brain!
There was a bit of a scare tonight. My son-in-law's sister and family called us as they left the church. They said there was a group of people in the parking lot causing a commotion. They were screaming at people walking in. "God hates you"! And other mean things. Apparently the police had been notified and were entering the building. My daughter was feeding Gracie on a couch bear the entrance when I got the call. I told her to move away from the door. We heading into the back room where there was a puppet show being held. My daughter told me to stay with Gracie while she went and told her husband what was going on. She came back shortly and said the people had left. I was a bit shaken. Especially since earlier this morning, I had a feeling I should check breaking news. It had been a couple of weeks since the last mass shooting, and I had a feeling something would occur on Halloween.
I was enjoying a nice breakfast and Bible study and prayer time at Wichita Pub when my mother texted me about the terrorist attack in New York.
It saddens me that this has become almost routine in our lives. Even though there were not as many casualties as the last shooting, I pray for the families of the victims and the residue of fear these attacks leave in all of our hearts.
It is getting late. I am going to close now. Thinking about our dangerous world and the precious innocent lives is bringing on my wheezy cough. Must not awaken the sleeping baby!
I wish you a happy Tuesday evening. Be safe. Talk to you tomorrow.
Love,
Zita
P.S. I jog-walked 3/4 mile to breakfast and did my daily hoop workout! Day 136. In my ref costume!
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