As I write this, the rain is falling pretty steady. After so many dry days, it's good to see some of the wet stuff. The gardens around here were dying because it had been so dry.
This week has been a busy one for churches around here. Hope everyone has had good crowds for all their activities. Edwin and Alice Carpenter and Meriel and I went to the singing at Cane Creek Sunday afternoon. Alice Pack, Jeff and Charlie Pack, and Meriel and I went to McBurg after our services Sunday night. Doylene Hastings and Jeff, Terri, and their boys went to Ostella for VBS on Monday night. We haven't made it to Cornersville yet, but are glad to hear that Billy Pigg has been able to lead singing for them with the aid of his walker.
Here are just a few of the upcoming activities that I know about. I just read that Westvue has a VBS this coming week. Catalpa's Meeting starts on the 25th; services will be nightly at 7 p.m. through the 29th. Farmington will have a meeting the next week beginning Aug. 1. Petersburg Baptist Church will have a singing on July 17th with the Revelators. There will be a lot to do before school starts back, too. Tax free weekend will be Aug. 6-7-8. Doesn't seem like all that long ago the kids were getting out for the summer.
Happy Birthday again to Jeff Pack - 16th, and Frances Renegar- 17th. Our grandson-in-law, Jeremy Greene, will have a birthday on the 24th, Matthew and Justin Looney on the 25th, and Alf Hastings on the 27th. Hope they all have a great birthday. Last week, I failed to mention Melissa Williams. Her birthday was the 12th. As Meriel says, I guess she went on and had it anyway. Ha. Sorry about forgetting, Melissa.
We were glad to have Gary Douglas back in his regular spot at church Sunday after having to miss the week before. We missed Tony Williams, who had to work. Those things do happen, but we know he would have been there otherwise.
Our attendance isn't what it once was, but we keep on meeting there every Sunday.
In honor of our rain:
A Rainbow of Hope
The rainbow is God's promise
of hope for you and me,
And though the clouds hang heavy
and the sun we cannot see,
We know above the dark clouds
that fill the stormy sky
Hope's rainbow will come shining through
when the clouds have drifted by.
by Helen Steiner Rice