The Tale of a Pastor Super Hero....

I just realized that it has been about six weeks since I posted last. Opps! I don't even know where the time has gone. All I know is that it has gone somewhere...FAST! April and May were packed with Easter, a visit from Gigi, a sonogram letting us know baby number two is a girl ( sooo pumped about that!! :)), the last Life House meetings for a month, and of course the annual couple trip that Chris and always take in May. 

This year his parents built a lake house on Possum Kingdom Lake, so we decided to take full advantage. Mckinley was packed up and shipped off with Grammy to Uncle Beau and Aunt Kimbo's house. While there, I am sure that she had a grand revelation that they are going to be much cooler parents than the ones that the Lord has blessed her with. Chris and I loaded up the car, and left on Sunday after church. We arrived and were so excited about our week of rest. The first two days consisted of eating, laying out by the pool, reading, and napping. We also managed to squeeze in a trip to Fort Worth to shop and eat. It was great to go back since we had not been there in almost two years. It was during all of this "relaxation time," that I realized why in the world my parents enrolled me in a three week camp every summer. I mean don't get me wrong, I had the time of my life at camp. However, it was totally a vacation FOR THEM! How thoughtful!

Anyhow, on Tuesday night, Chris and I watched a movie and then got ready for bed. We both feel asleep faster than could blink. Exactly four hours later, I awoke to SOMETHING making noise outside. Now, I am the lightest sleeper I know. And I am ultra paranoid person at night as well. Perfect combination. I know. So, I laid there for a minute listening to see if I would hear it again. I have learned to not wake Chris up, and go make him check the house unless I am absolutely positive that we are under attack. So, there I am with my eyes as wide as they would go, and my ears listening for a hint of anything. All of the sudden, I hear it again. My heart is pounding. Thankfully, I look over and the noise woke Chris up too. "What was that?" He asked. "I have no idea." We keep laying there. Waiting. It happens again. Now, me and my man have talked about, sermon illustrated, and thought about this exact scenario millions of times. Chris looked at me and said "you stay here, and don't move." He rolled off the bed, hit the floor, and popped back up with his assault rifle. He crept up to the door, and popped around the corner like he was going in for the kill. He walks down the hall, gun in his arms, and the trigger ready to be pulled. Out into the living room, where he promptly turns on EVERY light that exists on the property. He then circles the living room 1.2 million times, stopping at every window to see if the intruder is visible. Finally, he comes back in the bedroom to find me asleep on the bed. "Em, why are you asleep? Aren't you worried?" He asked. "Well, you're the one with the gun, and its not like I can take someone down by myself." I responded. So, like any protector, he spent the next three hours of his life circling the house, aiming, and making sure that ANY intruder that was possibly interested in coming in the house would loose interest real fast. 

The next day, he called to tell his parents about his first hand " ranch experience." "I mean, it had to be something big, " he said. "At first, I thought it could be a person, but what person would stick around after I turned all the lights on, and they saw the size of my pecks? So, then I narrowed it down to an animal. I am thinking a fox, mountain lion, maybe even a bear. "

So, that's when my instinct kicked in. "Let's go look for footprints," I said. So, we checked the entire perimeter of the house to find nothing. "I am pretty sure a mountain lion would leave some sort of mark." "Well, whatever it was, it had to be big because of all the noise it made," he replied. For the next two nights, we didn't hear a thing. His parents came to stay at the house the day we left, and they narrowed our intruder down to, you guessed it, a possum or a raccoon. Hence the name Possum Kingdom Lake.