It felt wonderful! It was a homecoming of sorts, and the building was filled with people. Today, on what would have been my late husband’s birthday, we finally were back in the church. We had Bible studies, and we had services in the sanctuary. We had been holding services in the family life building, but, it wasn’t the same. Now..I do realize that it isn’t the building, church is the people. The building is simply what gets you out of the weather. Still, I missed the sanctuary.
Today, we were back. Seeing so many people that I haven’t seen in so long, talking with them, hearing how they are, felt so good. The worship was good, the message important. Being able to gather together again, in the building, in the sanctuary, felt right.
After the service those of us who are helping with Vacation Bible School were given our shirts. I think they’re cool and a nice shade of blue. I have to remember to set my alarm. Not that I really think I’ll need it as I’m usually up by seven. My luck though would be that if I don’t set it, I’ll find myself turning over around nine of so and that would be a tad bit late.
I waited until later today to try and walk. I managed to get 4380 steps, but then it started to rain lightly. I didn’t want to take any chances so I gave up and came in. I wasn’t inside long when I heard a nice loud rumble of thunder. The sound hadn’t faded before my dogs were at the door crying wanting inside. I opened the door and they both made themselves at home staring toward the door as if daring the thunder to come near them now. It rained hard for a while, I’m hoping that it didn’t pound any of my garden into the ground. I’ll wander down that way tomorrow and see if anything needs help. I am glad that my ugly as sin but effective cement block wall kept some of that runoff away from the house. I had made sure before the worst of the rain hit that the drain under the house was cleared. Bella had to supervise my work then run into the house ahead of me.
As I sat here listening to the rain, I discovered the strangest thing. I’m trying to figure this out.
Ever so often I will order an inspirational book from certain authors. Only when I can give a donation of any amount. I’ve gotten behind in my reading, and today I thought I would try to do some correct that. I grabbed the first book off the stack and open the cover. There is a sticker on the inside of the book with a person’s name and email and the book appears to be signed by the author. I say appears because the writing is partially illegible, but so is mine so no judgement there.
How in the world?
I went back and tried to find where I ordered it in my saved emails. So far I haven’t found that book. That doesn’t mean it isn’t there, I could simply have looked over the email. A few moments ago though, I remembered ordering several books from an online seller of bargain books. I don’t recall which ones I ordered and if this was one of them. If it was, then it would make sense as some are used. By why would one get rid of a signed copy? A friend, who I haven’t told I recalled ordering from the other site, said maybe it was fate. Maybe it was.
Starting tomorrow morning, I’ll be out and about more than I have in weeks. Every day for a few hours a day I’ll be helping with the Vacation Bible School. I’m just an assistant, but its more than I’ve ever done before. Of course I was always working before. I think its going to be hectic, its going to be chaotic in a sense, its going to be as crazy as one would expect with a class of kindergartners. Its going to be a blast. And I do need to get out of the house, I couldn’t ask for a better reason than this.
I think that it is important to be able to spend time with the kids. Read a little, play a game, teach a song and let them be kids. Playing, doing kid things but in a constructive atmosphere. I saw this morning some of the work of a very talented lady who can take the simplest things and work magic. Classrooms were turned into archeological dig sites. Blackboards were covered with replicas of old homes. I was definitely impressed. And envious. But, if I want to get better at any of the craft stuff I want to attempt, I need to being making those attempts.
If I want the words I share to be read, I need to keep writing, researching, perfecting the craft until people watch for my posts, until they can’t wait to see the next.The only way to be really good at something, to be the top of your class, the best of the best, is to practice, practice, practice and then practice some more.For now though, I need to go prepare, for tomorrow, Vacation Bible School, begins…