Genesis 7, Delivered

Sunday the RRR lived a full life except for lack of sleep. The night shift on the adolescent psych unit went quietly into the night. With a travel mug and two thermoses of Colombian Supremo from QT and thus fortified I commuted home practicing the sermon and read it again to Mrs. RRR as she "put on her face" and we went to the chapel. The services went off well. Breaking of bread is the most important part of a brethren assembly, with the men speaking as led and Christ’s sacrifice brought weekly to remembrance. Then the preaching. It was well received, even the visiting college student who obviously disagreed with my literalist perspective praised the content and presentation.

Then elder Raymond and his wife had us over for a delicious grilled steak. At last home for a couple hours sleep and Mrs. RRR and Bay and I did ranger things, a long walk in the wakening spring woods by the Big Lake. Then home and to sleep, blessed sleep. Sleep is one of God’s greatest gifts to his wayward children.