Jehu, AKA my James...

Have had my packer and organizer of "all things one could possibly want and/or need in an emergency and/or crisis, famine, drought, or natural disaster at the Gulf" cap on. Deep breath. About to put my driving cap on. I do my driving in the passenger's seat, certain that I have saved us all from sure death or grave bodily harm many times from my co-pilot chair. (There are invisible breaks on my side. You just need to stomp really hard.). My precious and handsome pilot appreciates me immensely for this, although he never lets it show in the least. I have found a wonderful verse in his honor:

"Again the watchman reported, 'He reached them, but he is not coming back. And the driving is like the driving of Jehu, the son of Nimshi, for he drives furiously." ~ 2 Kings 9:20

Oh, how I love the Word!!!:)

Blessed baseball and family time... And maybe a little more faith and less floor stomping?!
Talk soon. Cross My Heart