Who’ll Stop the Rain
Christmas was Friday. And Stephanie enjoyed Christmas 2015 more than any other. Our personable four person celebration included Mel & Joyce from our church family. I have been able to count on them for everything.
Their kindness shown brightly when I called them to jump start my car and it was done promptly and with a smile, then again when they met me at the car dealership and we went to breakfast while I waited for the vehicle. After our breakfast at a neighboring restaurant Joyce made the offer to go inside the dealership and wait with me for the car. I turned the offer down assuming the car would be all done.
Apparently though, she knew how the dealerships worked around here…the car was not done. I was only having the car washed – a job that was done automatically in Minnesota anytime the car was brought into the dealership…cost $30 here. They couldn’t do the recall work because they didn’t have the right parts even though the recall notice had said the parts were in.
On Thanksgiving morn it was Joyce that made us a turkey dinner with all the fixings and another dear friend, Carroll, brought the pie. Neither friend likes for me to have to go up or down the apartment stairs but I don’t mind too much. To me, it’s better than having someone living above me and hearing their every step and creak in the floor. And though I don’t need to be taken care of – it would seem that they have made it their job, for Stephanie’s sake as much as mine.
This morning the relentless store sales were in full swing though I doubt there were many customers…but I am usually wrong concerning shopping preferences. The entire day has been cloudy and rainy with loud thunder boomers and unyielding lightning strikes. During most of the day heavy rain pelted the windows and localized flooding is probable.
We drove to church this morning and we could see from a distance on Riverdale Rd that the church parking lot was empty. I surmised the reason was because of the rain which came down heavy at times and was non-stop for two days and counting. I had debated with myself about going because flash-flooding was possible, but we were so close and we hadn’t a problem until getting near the church.
Through the large puddles (small lakes) we traveled. It was obvious the river had gone over its banks. The normally dry fields were now swamp and pond-like. We pulled up next to the greeter standing out in the rain and heard the news from him first hand…
“Pastor Jamie called it off today because he feared the riverbanks would widen to the church doors, or thereabout and didn’t want people trapped in their cars,” said the greeter.
I wondered why he didn’t get word out far ahead of starting time. Joyce told me by text that he had given notice on their Facebook page and when we returned home Steph had checked her phone and her Sunday School teacher, Tami, had sent her a text at 9:33 this morning saying there would be no Sunday school today because of the rain. Steph’s phone was not charged up and that’s why there was no message. I am not a member (a trait gotten from Dad, “”Don’t join any clubs or groups”) but I think church is different.
So this is winter in Missouri. Dark the day long until evening comes…then it gets darker. The rain is relentless in its falling at times being pelted from above.
The darkness of the entire day and the constant rainfall reminds me of the Philippine typhoon, and so it goes…..