Dan and Patti are the sweet people whose house we’ve been parked beside. Dan is one of those people who always has a story to tell and an opinion about all things. He’s like my dad, a guy that primarily works and can never get the grease out from under his nails, but has done more stuff in his lifetime than most. Thanks to him, I learned how not to stack wood and the difference between a Doug Fir and an Oak, I think.
I’m working on not taking the beauty around me for granted. Reading the Word with a mountain in front of you can bring passages in Psalms into perspective; Psalm 121 is about looking to the mountains for help and I had definitely been looking at mountains that day.
Our time in Laytonville might have been one that others would see as a time to panic but God put us here and I think our little gang knew that. It’s been great seeing how God has used the people and settings around us to supply our needs.