Now before you think this a tranquil evening, there were sirens and lots of traffic and about 10 people across the street yelling and cursing at one another for about a half hour straight. Oh, and Stu, our dumb dog, doesn't listen so he almost got hit by a car and then got cussed out by the driver.
Along with pulling weeds and digging out unidentified weed-tree-stalks, we talked with neighbors and said hello to passersby. It's times like this that I remember that sometimes one of the best forms of ministry we can do is to just be visible and present in the community.
Then to make a great night even better some little helpers arrived:
|Many hands make light work...or do they?|
|Anthony is doing some serious stone "sweeping."|
|Quick, who has the most fashonable wardrode for weeding?|
|American Idol: Gardening Edition|
|Stu doesn't seem to be enjoying that as much as the girls!|
|This was right before we had to chase her down the street as she ran away towards the street. Little stinker.|
- Adria, did you marry Andrew because his name started with an A?
- Andrew, did you marry Adria because her name started with an A?
- Why didn't you adopt a kid yet?
- Can you please get a kid our age so we can play with it?
- Is that worm pooping?