It started with a dead mouse on the kitchen floor and progressed from there.  Since Mama Alice refuses to remove dead mice from the mouse trap, she stayed far away from the kitchen until big, strong Papa Jim came to the rescue.  And since he was already in the kitchen, why not make breakfast?  Thus ensued a rare and relaxing meal, just the two of us, lingering over his famous eggs with all the trimmings.  (You'll have to try them when you come to visit.  His eggs really are worth writing home about.)

Then came the drop-in visitors.  They came individually, continuously, and unendingly.  Each visit was refreshing, enjoyable, and encouraging.  After saying "good-bye" to each friend at the gate, we turned back to the house, climbed the stairs to our room, eagerly anticipating a Sunday afternoon nap.  If we got as far as the bed, we didn't lay down for longer than five minutes before the doorbell rang again.  

We never ate another meal.  There was no time.  That illusive nap?  Never happened!  While we are "peopled out" we are grateful for a day cram full of opportunities to minister to others.  After all, that's why we are here.

Wonder what tomorrow will bring?