The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia-(Beatie)!?*!

It was a dark and stormy night...Well, not really. It was an overcast day with a mild drizzle. Hank and I had been at the church all morning for a Sunday School teacher workday where we had redesigned bulletin boards, repeatedly jabbed ourselves with push pins, sat in little people chairs, and cut out countless fish to adorn said bulletin boards. After 3 hours of this, we rushed through a pizza lunch and were hoping to come back to Georgia-Beatie, brush our teeth, and catch our collective breaths before the boys got home from school. My cell phone rang. It was a lady from Lowe's telling us that the delivery men (see earlier post about the fridge and meet Mike who by now is our best friend!) were at our Cedar Street house with our new stackable washer-dryer. I tell Hank we need to hurry! He starts fastening his seat belt...s-l-o-w-l-y. My voice escalated, "We don't have time! Let's go!" Hank slams it into reverse and BAM! He ran smack dab in to the streetlight and it came crashing down to our driveway. All the Thornwell horses, and all the Thornwell men... couldn't put that testy streetlight back together again (but it was cleaned up within 30 minutes)! I kept thinking about that busted streetlight, trying to find a life lesson hidden there. Being a Family Teacher is hard work. Tempers flare and we get tired, "burned out" if you will, from time to time. But then the smiling faces on those four boys recharge our batteries and our lights come right back on. Thanks be to God for lessons learned (and strong bumpers!).