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BURNT DESSERT AND CHICKEN MEN

I’m pooped this morning. My dad always called it ‘’burnt dessert.’’

The reason: we hosted our 16-year-old’s softball team and families for an end-of-the-season finale party last night. The girls made their coach a scrapbook that made him cry. He gave a beautiful speech that made everybody cry. We had more than 35 people, which I know because we ran out of the aluminum campout plates that we love to use for barbecues.

It was potluck, everybody’s favorite because of the variety. We had Julie’s famous pickle wraps. We had Lori’s creamy taco dip. Everybody loved our crazy ‘’chicken men’’ -- whole chickens massaged with barbecue rub, set on a spit, and grilled vertically over a marinade of beer. For dessert, Lil brought chocolate ice cream cake from Maggie Moo’s, and there were mouth-watering cookies and fruit pizza.

So no, our dessert wasn’t burnt. And I’m only slightly singed. After childbirth, final exams and big parties, you never truly feel exhausted -- just toasting in the accomplishment and happy memories.

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Prayer request: Our coach’s wife Kerry is seven months’ pregnant. She’s busy with their 1-year-old son Kemper, just finished a 40-page paper for her studies, works hard full-time, and is trying to complete some redecorating before the baby arrives. She’s feeling ‘’heavy laden.’’ Oh, Lord, carry her around on a feather pillow these last few weeks. Inspire those around her to baby her. Send help, comfort and reassurance that she is a daughter of the King and this, too, shall pass. (Matthew 11:27, 28)