Springtime in Texas!
Today is beautiful. Tomorrow, well, the guys on the Weather Channel are sounding like it's gonna be Tornadogeddon. I do know that in the springtime, you gotta take the possibility of tornadoes seriously.
For instance, several years ago we were having dinner and drinks at a place in Oklahoma City. Outside, the tornado sirens were wailing, and your intrepid reporter was getting a might freaked out. A waitress noticed me scanning the room and told me that they were carefully watching the tornado (there was one) moving through Del City. She told me it was miles away and the building had been there over a hundred years. She said if the tornado turned toward us, we would grab our beers and calmly go to the basement.
Made sense to me.
Tornado siren? Pfffttttt......
Buutttttt...severe weather is predicted for the area tomorrow and the guys at the Weather Channel, man, they're on it. My phone says 77 and thunderstorms. These guys, well they're primed and ready! My hotel TV defaults to the Weather Channel. I'm not one of those that binge watches weather on the 9s, but you can bet your sweet bippie that come tomorrow I'm gonna be checking in periodically if the skies start getting greenish.
I died today in a plane crash. There I was, in the copilot seat. The kid flying didn't have enough airspeed to pull up. We were out of runway. We pulled up. We had no airspeed to pull up. What we got was left wing low and then the red screen of death. In the do-over, we successfully took off flew around, and landed. The landing was ugly. But there was no red screen.
Dying in a plane crash tends to make one want lunch. Lunch was Torchy's tacos and it was so nice out, I sat on the patio while I had lunch. This place is like half fast-food joint and half bar with patio seating. It's within walking distance of the room, so I figured out that sounded pretty good. Restaurants are crowded enough on Friday nights so I figured for lunch I'd eat out and for dinner, I'd eat in. I made a couple of croissant sammies and that was dinner.
I can cook in the room, but I really don't want to buy spices and all that stuff. Sammiches are going to be fine.
I found the "church" I'm going to worship at. The church is far closer to most churches. They meet in a botanical garden. The church is the people that meet there to worship God. At the botanical garden. I'm excited!
There's more going on here that merits public discussion. I'm getting closer to God and I'm wondering at the same time just what He's up to. I know what one HUGE thing that He fixed in my life, and today, I found a message in my email that talked about how Jesus stopped everything just to fix the mess Peter made when he cut off the ear of of the High Priest's soldier.
I think the pastor was right about how Jesus fixes the messes we get into. Sometimes He's the onl one who can, and the interesting thing I thought about was that if Jesus hadn't Peter would have most likely faced some ugly consequences and hadn't been available to do things the way God wanted. So, Jesus, heading to the ugliness of the cross, stopped and fixed what Peter broke.
Maybe? Maybe. Hopefully. Because I really didn't understand what I was breaking.
I'm learning a lot about my job and this has been a good amount of training. I understand so much more about how the airplane works so I understand a lot more of what I'm looking at when the engines are running. That's been a great thing, and I'm grateful.
My laundry is done for a few days, too. I got a jump on that while the time was right and there wasn't a wait. I had to do three loads because I have new jeans and new red shirts. Red with red, everything else, and jeans with jeans. Four dryers; two washers. It took a minute.
I had a minute, so I sat outside while the washer ran.
Hotel living is something else. I'm used to it, but the last time I did it, I had friends to hang out with; Wendi was around. There was beer. There was dining out. There was the bar. This time, it's just me, my engine run study stuff, and the TV. The hotel has happy hour Monday thru Thursday. I go down, have some snacks and refreshments, and then come back up to the room. Last night, one of the people at the hotel brought me another drink. She didn't have to do that. I think people are nice here. Dallas fans. But nice people.
So there's me. And I'm getting some great time alone with God, and that's far better than going out. And maybe, just maybe, He's fixing messes I don't even know about.
For instance, several years ago we were having dinner and drinks at a place in Oklahoma City. Outside, the tornado sirens were wailing, and your intrepid reporter was getting a might freaked out. A waitress noticed me scanning the room and told me that they were carefully watching the tornado (there was one) moving through Del City. She told me it was miles away and the building had been there over a hundred years. She said if the tornado turned toward us, we would grab our beers and calmly go to the basement.
Made sense to me.
Tornado siren? Pfffttttt......
Buutttttt...severe weather is predicted for the area tomorrow and the guys at the Weather Channel, man, they're on it. My phone says 77 and thunderstorms. These guys, well they're primed and ready! My hotel TV defaults to the Weather Channel. I'm not one of those that binge watches weather on the 9s, but you can bet your sweet bippie that come tomorrow I'm gonna be checking in periodically if the skies start getting greenish.
I died today in a plane crash. There I was, in the copilot seat. The kid flying didn't have enough airspeed to pull up. We were out of runway. We pulled up. We had no airspeed to pull up. What we got was left wing low and then the red screen of death. In the do-over, we successfully took off flew around, and landed. The landing was ugly. But there was no red screen.
Dying in a plane crash tends to make one want lunch. Lunch was Torchy's tacos and it was so nice out, I sat on the patio while I had lunch. This place is like half fast-food joint and half bar with patio seating. It's within walking distance of the room, so I figured out that sounded pretty good. Restaurants are crowded enough on Friday nights so I figured for lunch I'd eat out and for dinner, I'd eat in. I made a couple of croissant sammies and that was dinner.
I can cook in the room, but I really don't want to buy spices and all that stuff. Sammiches are going to be fine.
I found the "church" I'm going to worship at. The church is far closer to most churches. They meet in a botanical garden. The church is the people that meet there to worship God. At the botanical garden. I'm excited!
There's more going on here that merits public discussion. I'm getting closer to God and I'm wondering at the same time just what He's up to. I know what one HUGE thing that He fixed in my life, and today, I found a message in my email that talked about how Jesus stopped everything just to fix the mess Peter made when he cut off the ear of of the High Priest's soldier.
I think the pastor was right about how Jesus fixes the messes we get into. Sometimes He's the onl one who can, and the interesting thing I thought about was that if Jesus hadn't Peter would have most likely faced some ugly consequences and hadn't been available to do things the way God wanted. So, Jesus, heading to the ugliness of the cross, stopped and fixed what Peter broke.
Maybe? Maybe. Hopefully. Because I really didn't understand what I was breaking.
I'm learning a lot about my job and this has been a good amount of training. I understand so much more about how the airplane works so I understand a lot more of what I'm looking at when the engines are running. That's been a great thing, and I'm grateful.
My laundry is done for a few days, too. I got a jump on that while the time was right and there wasn't a wait. I had to do three loads because I have new jeans and new red shirts. Red with red, everything else, and jeans with jeans. Four dryers; two washers. It took a minute.
I had a minute, so I sat outside while the washer ran.
Hotel living is something else. I'm used to it, but the last time I did it, I had friends to hang out with; Wendi was around. There was beer. There was dining out. There was the bar. This time, it's just me, my engine run study stuff, and the TV. The hotel has happy hour Monday thru Thursday. I go down, have some snacks and refreshments, and then come back up to the room. Last night, one of the people at the hotel brought me another drink. She didn't have to do that. I think people are nice here. Dallas fans. But nice people.
So there's me. And I'm getting some great time alone with God, and that's far better than going out. And maybe, just maybe, He's fixing messes I don't even know about.
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