Sunday in Maine

We actually made it to Maine this morning (Oct 6th) and have a couple of days to spend here before heading towards home.

Crossing the bridge into Maine.

We woke to a dreary, cold and rainy day, but our hearts were warmed and our spirits lifted by a wonderful worship service at the First Baptist Church of Kittery Point, Maine. The congregation was very small with only 12-15 people present, and I think the only one younger than us was the pastor. They were small in number, but mighty in the warmth of their welcome and their joy in the Lord! We shared communion and were so very, very blessed by the pastor's words and the presence of the Holy Spirit. What an Awesome God we serve, and what a privilege to worship Him with our brothers and sisters in Christ. My cup runneth over! :)

The First Baptist Church of Kittery Point

Parked on the road by the church.

We stopped at Fort McClary and took a quick walk around. Built in the early 1700's, it was a key defense site during the Revolutionary and Civil Wars. The original blockhouse was locked and we only stayed a few minutes.

Fort McClary Blockhouse

We had hoped to do some sightseeing along the coast, but the cold, rainy weather was not very conducive to scenic views or being outside. We stopped at a rest area to examine our options and were cheered by a phone call from Nathan and the grandkids. The boys naturally wondered what exciting thing we were doing at the time and were a little baffled to hear we were sitting in the truck watching the rain fall on the windshield. Matthew thought we should at least get out of the cab and go into the camper:)
We decided to find the nearest campground and hole up for the day staying warm and dry. Around 5pm the rain let up for a bit so we walked a few blocks to the ocean. The tide was out and we took a couple of pictures before heading back to the camper to warm up.

I think maybe we've bounced and jounced over too many back roads with the camper during the last three years. In the past couple of days we've had THREE cupboard doors fall off. The tiny screws have worked their way out, and when I go to open the door . . . Off it comes. Of course it's only happened to ME and so Mark thinks I'm tearing the doors off or something . . . :)

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