"That's What I Love About Sundays..."

An old friend of the family is visiting; Mr. Paul.
We are so happy to have him!
Sunday comes.
Mr. Paul shares his testimony and we pray for a dear friend of his, Steve, who is in the hospital.
Church ends.
A family of four unexpectantly comes to lunch.
Easy enough.
Cook another pot of rice, water the gravy a bit...presto! ;)
A biejita (old woman) stops by because she knows the "guests".
Invite her for lunch, of course.
Easy enough.
Just one more plate.
Then Alex stops by.
Easy enough????
Well, Alex is always welcome to lunch.
One more plate.
The "biejita" has a sore on her arm.
I look at it.
Red and swollen, oozing some pus.
Probably a moskito bite that she scratched and it is now slightly infected.
While scrubbing it, I discover a 3\4 inch long thorn.
It had festered.
She didn't even know it was in there!
Alex has an ingrown toenail.
Using the dremel tool, I "file" it down and then pry at it a bit.
Le duele muchisimo. Pobresito. Pues hecho alcohol. :P
Then, a tragic phone call for Mr. Paul.
Mr. Steve died at 6am this morning.
New reservations are made.
Mr. Paul flies out this evening.
Midnight.
We put our trust in God.
Trust.
We can't see the good behind the evil; the sun behind the clouds...but we still trust Him.
Church tonight.
Got to get ready.
One must be prepared for anything.
Never a dull moment around here.