Friday evening Scott was in Tellico Plains on an overnight fishing trip with the guys in our small group at church. The kids were being nice and quiet as I blogged and then talked on the phone to friends. After I was done talking to Amy, I went to check on the kids. First I encountered a huge disaster in the kitchen. Paper, scissors, crayons, playdoh and tape were everywhere, but no kids. I finally found them in the garage, sitting by the car happily drinking Capri-Suns, surrounded by every tool out of Scott's toolbox. Shelby had grease all over her nose, and there was an open Sharpie next to her. She had written something on the car. I was of course, very upset, and asked them what they were thinking. Cooper said very matter of factly, "We were trying to get the engine out of the car, so we could put it in the airplane we were building to fly to Daddy and go fishing with him." Oy!
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yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. Instead you ought to say, "If the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that." James 4:14-15
