Thursday, September 16, 2010
The launch of the church year always swallows me whole, especially if I am doing any teaching. Which, for the first six weeks, I am. One down, five to go.
I've got two folks in the hospital, one being moved to a nursing home, and others are struggling with chronic concerns. Still another starts each day wondering if it will be her last. Her body, betrayed by a rare auto-immune disease, struggles daily with threats to her heart, the roller-coaster response to steroid treatments for an ailment, diabetes, and financial distress. My prayers are bursting at the seams.
On the flip side, the women of the church had a ladies night out last night and we laughed ourselves silly. Fun times, this group. Fun, fun times.
I've got shows to schedule for Pampered Chef, prep for Sunday's sermon and education class, planning for our community breast cancer worship service in two and a half weeks, and a soprano to find for the latter. I'm playing hooky on Saturday and attending a college football party. Go Gators!
I love fall, but the pace is a killer.
Keeping things light, what fun stuff do you have planned in the coming days? Can I come? I need a little more fun in my life.