Because Lydie and our friend (who is like an adopted grandfather to her) had been so looking forward to seeing one another, and the rest of us were excited too, and they had traveled three hours from Atlanta, they stayed. (I felt like such a terrible host...can you imagine?) They spent the better part of Friday visiting with us while I picked lice and nits out of Lydie's hair. The men grilled out a great dinner and Andy gave them a tour of our farm.
Hardest working man I know, ready for the tour of the farm. |
I was so thankful that God prepared me for this weekend of "nit-picking". That previous week I had gotten news that someone close to my cousin was faced with a son's suicide attempt. And I had spent an entire night almost 10:00-4:30 praying for someone else I love who was facing a frightening temptation. So I found myself, although wishing I didn't have to deal with head lice, very thankful for being a Mom and that beautiful daughter who needed my help. Gratefulness changes one's perspective, and I was thankful.
Tomatoes, almost ready! |
Saturday morning Teresa took some beautiful pictures (all the pictures on this post are hers) of our farm while the men picked okra. (Farm work doesn't stop when we have visitors, unfortunately!) And I spent the following twelve hours picking more nits and sanitizing the house! Everyone except for Lydie and I went on an all day canoe trip, which was really fun for them! I was so thankful they had planned this trip (and could get out of the buggy house!). They had dinner out.
Baby watermelon |
Bees- a farmer's best friend |
Sunday morning we discovered that everyone was still lice-free...except for me! So everyone went to church except me. I stayed and listened to a beautiful sermon on-line and some wonderful praise music. Just wrapped my hair up in a towel and enjoyed the solitude. And after lunch, they all returned home so we could say good-bye to our friends. Then Andy spent the next 5 or 6 hours proving again that he truly meant it when he said, "I do!" to our wedding vows. He sat and picked bugs and eggs out of my hair. YUCK! And our dear college friend who is working for us this summer made dinner for us. The weekend really turned out to not be so lousy after all, but how could I resist the title?
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Oh dear...I can't imagine. I haven't had to travel this road yet, but I vividly remember my parents dealing with it with me - dad going to the drugstore to purchase the necessary tools...mom washing and washing and washing...and combing and picking...it was awful. But you are so right. Perspective changes things...a thankful heart changes things! Thanks for sharing so openly!
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