Last Friday my K5 class, and Mrs. Nill's 1st and 2nd grade, went on a community helper's field trip around the town. Our first stop was the library, where one of the worker's read the children a couple of stories, and then it was on to the police station. All the children got a really neat looking hat, watched a short clip on the life of a policeman, and then we went down to take a look at the prison cells. The police officer taking us around told us they had to move a 'bad guy' so the children could see into the jails. They certainly were not very homey, with only a hard cot and a toilet filling the tiny space. None of the children expressed in interest in staying in the rooms for long so we moved onto last part of the trip - checking out a police car. When that tour was finished, we drove over to the fire department and had a look around their headquarters. As I was listening to the lieutenant tell us about how the trucks work and showed us all the compartments that held their tools and hoses, I thought, and prayed a little bit, that maybe a call would come through so we could see one of the trucks in action. I did not specify in my prayer what exactly I wanted, and one thing I have learned over the years is that sometimes we need to be very specific in our requests. As we were finishing up, a call came over the loudspeaker with an emergency call. I winced when I heard that a pedestrian had been hit by a car in the parking lot and immediately my thought was, "Was that my fault?" Now, I know God knows the future, and He knew what was going to happen before I even asked the request, but I could not help wonder if I may have caused that poor person's accident.
I cannot help but wonder if this snow is a little bit my fault too. Well, I must admit I do not feel guilty about the snowstorm, and I am feeling a little disappointed it is not coming down harder at this time. A few little flakes are blowing around, but I am sure it will pick up overnight and give us a surprise in the morning. Two years ago we woke up to three feet of snow on the ground and we were snowed in for a couple of days at least. THAT was the storm of the century. Maybe this is a big storm, but unless we get four feet, nothing will compare to that last one. And yes, I admit I prayed for some snow, but this is winter. And it is only January.
So, sorry if the snow was all my fault. All I can say is God knows the future and whatever happens it is in His hands. He will watch over us through this all and may He use this storm to bring you closer to Him and to your family.
Maybe the cold water got to my head a little bit. Maybe it made me go a little bit nutty, (see the home page story I just posted). Maybe it is just the silly part of me coming through. Whatever it is, I want you to know it is just a joke. It is not actually something we give to people when they come. It is a family joke, and though not everyone appreciates it, we do get them to crack a little smile afterwards. What am I talking about you ask? Well, I am talking about our guest toothbrush, of course! Doesn't every family have one for their visitors when they stay over? Someone always forgets to bring their own brush to clean their teeth, so we have one put away in storage. Yes, I said one. One that all of our special guests are invited to use should they need it. It even has the words, 'Guest Toothbrush' written right on the handle. I can remember the day Joe's nephew came to stay one night. As we were getting ready for bed he came up to me and asked if we had an extra toothbrush.
"Oh, sure!" I replied. "I have one you can use!" I pulled it out and handed the brush to him. He took one look at the dirty, black head with bristles worn down to the nubs and frowned.
"What is this?" he asked.
"It is our guest toothbrush! Isn't it great?" I said. Well, obviously by his reaction he did not think it was great. In fact, he really, REALLY did not appreciate the joke. Maybe he was somewhat overtired or something that night. I know I get that way when I am extra tired. He handed the horrid thing back to me and I put it back into its storage bag and set it on the shelf. It had to be ready for its next vict...I mean guest.
Honestly though, I do have a supply of new toothbrushes that I give to our guests should they absolutely detest the one we have to offer first. Sometimes they just want a brand new one right out of the package. Most people are like that, you know.
I do not want you to think that we are evil hosts or anything. I certainly do not want to turn you against staying over should you ever need a place to stay. I think it is just a bit of Joe starting to rub off on me after sixteen years of marriage. Or maybe it is the fact that hidden deep inside of me there is a bit of mischief that comes creeping out at times. Whatever it is, it is all in fun and know that I would never, never make you actually use it. At least I do not think I would...��