Disclaimer: In Chapter 1 and we don't own the lyrics to Shout to the Lord
Chapter 2: The Three B's: Bad Weather, Brooding, and Bad News
As the day wound down the pitch black clouds stood their ground, unmoving. No visibility. Angry sheets of slanting rain hitting the pavement as if it was punishment. In a new high-rise apartment building two brothers, twins at that, stood next to each other, both silently brooding as the bad weather worsened. Looking out the sliding glass doors to the balcony, they saw a fierce and mighty wind playing tug-of-war with tree branches and cars slipping and sliding on the slick wet pavement – it didn't look good.
Sam leaned his forehead against the glass of the slider door. He shook his head in silent protest.
"I don't think we are going to be able to make it down to Lucy and Kevin's for Thanksgiving," said Sam.
David took one last look outside and turned into the living room grabbing the phone as he sat down on the couch.
"I'll call Mom, and break the news. She said she was going over to Lucy's early to help get Mary and crew settled after she got Matt and Sarah settled at home." David said as he began to dial the numbers....
Lucy and Kevin's House
"Shout to the Lord..." started playing on all the various phones through
out the house.
"Mom – can you get that?" Lucy asked. "I need to finish this sermon
for the Thanksgiving Day service!"
"Sure, Lucy," Annie said as she walked to the phone closest to her, as
she listened to the ring she laughed. Boy, oh boy was her daughter ever a
minister, and picked up the phone.
If you had told her that her Lucy would be come a minister, be married
to police officer, and have four kids and another on the way she would
have laughed at you and called you crazy. During Lucy's early middle
school and high school days, she was worried Luce would become too
materialistic. Yet, she was the one who was most like her father. And,
now she was a wonderful young woman with a family of her own...
"Hello? Mom? Lucy? Is anyone their?" a voice called out over the phone
breaking into Annie's thoughts.
"Hello..."
Chapter 2: The Three B's: Bad Weather, Brooding, and Bad News
As the day wound down the pitch black clouds stood their ground, unmoving. No visibility. Angry sheets of slanting rain hitting the pavement as if it was punishment. In a new high-rise apartment building two brothers, twins at that, stood next to each other, both silently brooding as the bad weather worsened. Looking out the sliding glass doors to the balcony, they saw a fierce and mighty wind playing tug-of-war with tree branches and cars slipping and sliding on the slick wet pavement – it didn't look good.
Sam leaned his forehead against the glass of the slider door. He shook his head in silent protest.
"I don't think we are going to be able to make it down to Lucy and Kevin's for Thanksgiving," said Sam.
David took one last look outside and turned into the living room grabbing the phone as he sat down on the couch.
"I'll call Mom, and break the news. She said she was going over to Lucy's early to help get Mary and crew settled after she got Matt and Sarah settled at home." David said as he began to dial the numbers....
Lucy and Kevin's House
"Shout to the Lord..." started playing on all the various phones through
out the house.
"Mom – can you get that?" Lucy asked. "I need to finish this sermon
for the Thanksgiving Day service!"
"Sure, Lucy," Annie said as she walked to the phone closest to her, as
she listened to the ring she laughed. Boy, oh boy was her daughter ever a
minister, and picked up the phone.
If you had told her that her Lucy would be come a minister, be married
to police officer, and have four kids and another on the way she would
have laughed at you and called you crazy. During Lucy's early middle
school and high school days, she was worried Luce would become too
materialistic. Yet, she was the one who was most like her father. And,
now she was a wonderful young woman with a family of her own...
"Hello? Mom? Lucy? Is anyone their?" a voice called out over the phone
breaking into Annie's thoughts.
"Hello..."
