Chris called Friday my Good Friday and that Sunday I would be a resurrected Leanne, parishioner. It seems to have turned out that way, although I got teary at church announcements where they thanked me for my work and made the mistake of opening my gift once we were done singing the communion hymns. Then I cried.
Ya know, it's nice to be loved and appreciated.
This past week's gifts:
544. lectio
545. crazy fun with ink
546. white bird at the top of a tree, like a Christmas decoration
547. good training day
548. contentment
549. M. dies
550. Mother-in-law in hospital (joking about medical procedures)
551. another convert to Chuao's
552. mother-in-law home
553. time for bits of art
554. "it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah" (Leonard Cohen)
555. last day
556. friendly dog
557. hearing a friend's voice
558. only thing my mother-in-law remembers from anesthesia to waking up at home the next day is how the elevator doors closed between her and I as we were leaving (I kept pressing the button but the doors kept closing!! Honestly!)
559. smell of hot pastry
560. lace box
561. Mexican Train dominoes
562. crosses in the sky
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| one had faded by the time I got the camera. But there were three... |
564. generous farewell gift
565. fresh vermont cheddar bread
Am linking this up to Ann Voskamp's "multitudes on Mondays" (or will as soon as it goes up!)
2 comments:
Leanne, my prayer for you:
O God, in the course of this busy life, give us times of refreshment and peace; and grant that we may so use our time to rebuild our bodies and renew our minds, that our spirits may be opened to the goodness of your creation; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. (BCP)
(Ok, I changed it a little, but it seemed appropriate. Lory)
Thanks, Lory!
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