A few weekends ago, we headed out for a drive through the country, looking forward to open vistas, an extended conversation, a walk in the country. We passed a small stone church on the outskirts of the county, one that seemed anomalous in our corner of the southwest. I’d like to get a picture of that, I mused aloud, and, careful what you wish for, the next thing we drove over a jagged piece of metal that planted itself in the front tire of our van. So we pulled off into the parking lot directly across from the little chapel where all three boys assessed the damage and proceeded to change the tire.
In his book Margin, Richard Swenson, M.D., talks about having the space and time to be interrupted, particularly by God, in our lives; that sometimes the most important thing that will happen in the day isn’t on our agenda. This was one of those times; our outing didn’t go as we had planned, but it was quality time together, all of us learning, and I had the opportunity to record it.
Donut grin.
This takes serious effort.
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It’s a good thing that E was there to fix that tire for you guys! I have no clue how you would have gotten back home without his help! 🙂 Love the photos!