Starting some new training...
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Fifty one years ago, my high school class walked across the football field and got our diplomas. And for the most part, we kept on walking. Every five years, we get together for a few hours. In the last three years, as we planned for our 50th reunion, which should have been in 2020, we bonded in a different way through the power of facebook. And now that many of us have inherited our Mom’s stash of photos, we were able to collect all of our class group photos.
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One foot in front of another.
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Sad. My Last night of teaching 6 yr olds for this study.
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Wiped out after the reunion.
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Finally, the 51st High School Reunion
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The weekend is stacking up...
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Still preparing for the weekend and running out of color ink.
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Making weekend preparations
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A New Day. New recommendations.
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Last week, I posted on facebook, “I would really like to know the 'Chronicles' version of my life, instead of just living out the 'Samuel/Kings' version.
I would like to know what God is doing in my life and my world. And how far I’m missing His plan.
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A slower start to Monday...
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Another great Sunday
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A great day of online meetings with friends.
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Weekend preparations...
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Gathering...
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Financial stuff! I wasn't trained for this in the burrow.
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Catching up with friends..
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Today, it was my time to read Psalm 88. In the opening remarks it indicates this a ‘Suffering of Affliction.’ The first time this Psalm really stood out to me, was a day during the second week of recovery from my sixth chemo treatment. That morning my fever of several days had finally broken and there was hope I was going to come through. But I was exhausted. I knew all I would be able to do that morning was read the day’s Bible passages. I was anticipating I would be uplifted.
However, it was Psalm 88, and I was devastated. It spoke to how I was feeling with out pointing to hope. It was a time when I did feel like darkness was my only friend.
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A good Monday...
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