God will provide.
Dad here; Charlie's off gallivanting with Clyde, and not doing her usual Sunday AM diligence; I went to bed last night with nothing on my mind, but things worked as things usually do, and here we are. The back porch is awash with vicious hummingbirds, the only thing breaking up the onslaught is a tribe of goofy dogs occasionally stampeding across the porch. Some may wonder why the emphasis on the blog with the story…