Sunday morning

we loaded up and went to that

North Star United Methodist Church. It was always a deal to see who got into the car first…Blanche, or the mosquitos. It usually was not Blanche, but she was a pretty good mosquito sniper, yelling, “I got him”, each time she landed a kill.
When we walked into the sanctuary,

Jess greeted me with a big hug. I introduced him to Joel because Jess had not been able to be at the work day on Saturday.
As the praise team began to play,

Katrina, accompanied by Linda (her mom) lit the candles.
When the time came, the new pastor,

Janice Carlton talked about how believers are the hands and feet of Jesus on earth today.
We sung To God Be The Glory, which Blanche, of course,

knew by heart.
At the end of the service,

Katrina went out ahead of everyone, carrying forth the Light of Christ.
We had not been home too long when Blanche decided that she would treat us to lunch. So guess what? Out the door we went again…with Blanche hanging on for dear life.

I mean…can you blame her?