Cheryl 01 12 19

I was literally half invested in this devotion. I’d gotten up late, at about 7:30 am, late for me. I get up at 4:00 am on weekdays. But we were up late last night. I’d opened my bible and read Numbers 7… and pushed it aside to make coffee. I called Cheryl downstairs by sending her a picture of her fresh cup of coffee on the counter.

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Cheryl had already come downstairs and was chattering away in her ‘small child’ like way about stuff in the news that she read from her NEWS1130 app on her little iPhone, her coffee beside her, getting cold (her version of this is that she’s waiting for it to cool off) She’s a real sweet part of my life heart

…there’s 89 verses in Numbers 7: to thumb past just in case you’re wondering

setting apart of the Levites… make them clean, to do this… sprinkle the water of cleansing on them… blah blah blah…
verse 11 Aaron is to present the Levites before the Lord as a wave offering…

My ‘holiness’ will spill onto your shirt, wear a bib…

I’d never heard of a wave offering before. Seeing something in the bible I haven’t ever seen before is a novelty to me.

I stopped right there… and took my phone out of airplane mode to look up wave offerings. A response to texts I’d sent to my son in law, Andre, who lives in Portugal with my daughter, Cherish, was there… four of them. The WhatsApp icon had a beautiful

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number 4 on it. I looked at his response, big smile spread over my face, I tapped my response, hit send.

  • I asked my wife to get her bible. She took out a kitchen knife and waved it in front of me telling me to get my cotton pickin’ hands off her morning…

OR

  • she mournfully told me she just wanted to drink her coffee

I know what I saw!

Fine! Have YOUR version of things! you weren’t even here! How would you know?!?!

She’s a menace that needs to be stopped!

No, really, I’m joking… and I am so thankful that she tells me the truth. It makes the times she willingly spends with me all the more precious, and it allows me to have some alone time with God, while she’s still here, meandering around doing her sinful deeds (taking out the garbage, buying me some Earl Grey Tea at the store, cleaning the kitchen, eating a banana, bringing our son his breakfast, getting dressed, drinking her coffee while sitting behind me as I type this hoping she’ll read over my shoulder…)