I have something to write, but I just can't think of what it is...
My befuddled brain is relatively calm at the moment, but not calm enough to draw deep thoughts into comprehensible paragraphs. Sunday night found me driving west on Rt 104 after dropping Hannah off at church in town. I was headed to our old church in Webster, the one where I still attend Ladies' Prayer and Bible study on Tuesday mornings when Mom doesn't have eye doctor appointments. Pastor Ray read through Psalm 55 which was totally appropriate to how I had been feeling, and I felt some more of the tension drain out of my body. It was a short Bible study and then they broke up into groups for prayer. I na strange atmosphere I would have been somewhat freaked out, but I already knew all but one or two people. I went home relieved that evening, and was blessed again today at being able to gather with the women.
So, yes, I am feeling more relaxed, and I also have some near future plans for ironing out some other tensions. This is good. Maybe one day my little brain will no longer be quite so befuddled and I will write something grand and glorious. (Well, it could happen.)
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