The strange sound I heard early this morning…that quiet hissing and gurgling…was (imagine drum roll, please) RAIN! Beautiful, nourishing rain! And to show God truly has a sense of humor, that rain came down on the morning of the church picnic! (Ironically, my daughter, who uses a rain machine to help her sleep, was awakened by the sounds of “the real thing”!)
Our stalwart group decided that a little rain was not going to deter us from our picnic, and we gathered at Blain Park at noon, as planned. The weather was an absolutely perfect seventy-five degrees, the food was delicious, and the conversation even better!
Lily has never met a stranger, and quickly joined forces with a girl her age who was visiting the park with her grandfather. She and Olivia had a great time playing with their new-found friends, while I supervised with one eye while getting in some high-quality visiting time with old and new members of our congregation.
Walt, our trusty barbecue chef, brought his tools and grilled up tasty hamburgers and hot dogs. As well as cooking for the multitudes, he also gathered in a few strangers who had children playing with ours. A bounce house and a barbecue are amazing ice-breakers!
At the end of the day, our picnic in the park had fed our tummies and our souls. I’m ready to do it again!