Gulf State Park, Gulf Shores, Alabama
Judah then said to his daughter-in-law Tamar, “Live as a widow in your father’s house until my son Shelah grows up.” For he thought, “He may die too, just like his brothers.” So Tamar went to live in her father’s house. ~ Genesis 38:11 We don’t know how old Shelah is at this time, but regardless, Judah is willfully defying God’s order for a levirate marriage because he’s afraid of losing his third son. In much the same way as Judah (and Jonah), how often do we try to go against what we know God expects from us? And even though God already knows how defiant and willfully disobedient we will be, He chose us to be His anyway! Now there’s something to ponder! And be thankful for!
Blaine began his day by biking to Publix – for bananas. He came home with bananas, and then some, adding sushi and donuts! Don’t get me wrong. I LOVE both those things and love that he bought them, but we keep saying we’re going to cut back and/or eat better . . . . I really don’t think donuts qualify. But they sure were delicious!! And as I’ve stated in the past, the sushi is wonderful!
We moved to Louisiana today. Just to the east of New Orleans.
It turned into a difficult 206 miles for Blaine due to wind, spots of rain, narrow lanes, abundant traffic and crazy drivers. We also sat in a near-standstill traffic jam for nearly 30 minutes. It turned out to be nothing more than a short (maybe 25 yards?) lane closure in a construction area – – that no one was working on. The lane didn’t need closed if no one was working today. Sigh . . .
Just seems like it would be easier to build a bridge . . .
Then rain, then stop . . . . It was kinda weird.
in order to gain a few spaces.
Not sure way they made it so high.
Those are pecan trees!
They belong to a pecan farm.
And it’s near the campground, so hopefully it’s not running much . . . .
And I had to co-pilot more today because our gps stopped working. Turns out I’m not very good at it these days. Blaine said several times, “I can’t miss this turn!” meaning a specific one. Guess what? He missed the turn. Because I told him not to turn when he should’ve. In my meager defense, my vision isn’t sharp enough to read street names until I’m right on top of them, and this particular turn was more of a curve than a straight 90⁰ turn, so we missed the short turn only lane. He ended up following a truck that turned on a later road, and ended up okay, which is good, because there was absolutely NO place to turn around when you have a 40’ motorhome and a Jeep in tow; so you won’t be reading my obituary just yet.
St. Bernard State Park, Braithwaite, Louisiana
