SMOKED TURKEY AND A METAL ROOF; THE PARALLELS

I am sitting here on Thanksgiving, waiting for the smoker to do its magic. No matter how many times I look, the bird reaches its perfect temperature... when it reaches it.

There's a home in Honduras that has had a huge hole in the roof for quite some time. Big enough to crawl through. As you can imagine, with the recent hurricane that went by, and any other rainstorm, that's not the best thing. We have prioritized and been as busy as a proverbial one-armed paper hanger, but that roof really needed to get done. While we were there last week, we determined that we were just going to have to move it up on the priority list and take care of it. We returned home, and the very next day, I got a picture of a roof being put on that home. A kind brother in Honduras, who I had not spoken with while we were there, gathered some people and jumped in and got it done. Then, unrelated to this, a few days ago, we got a check in the mail for the exact amount of an expense that we are getting ready to incur next week.

Divine timing, it never ceases to amaze. So thankful for it. Now, if you're thinking that I'm saying that the turkey is divine... the jury is still out. I'll let you know when we cut into it and give thanks.