Debbie and I are in the elevator at our motel. And why, you may ask, does she have her umbrella up INSIDE the elevator?
Well,because it won’t go down. No matter what.
Davina broke it last night while she was holding a cup of iced tea, and she was trying to get the umbrella down. At least, that’s what she thinks happened. The umbrella, by the way, poked a hole in the tea and it spilled all over Davina’s dress.
And that’s the latest news from the Gulf, where it’s raining and pouring. We drove down to the beach, but it’s just too wet. Maybe tomorrow. In the meantime, we’re having great conversation around the things of the Lord, and we’re laughing.