Wet Flowers

Oh the rain. How it fell today.
The flowers in my garden? A little bit rain damaged. So, in case you're wondering, it's 2:30 in the morning and he wants to talk about spiritual gifts.

Not fluffy, feel good talk, but deep, argumentative, show-me-the-proof kinda talk.

Why am I so ill-equipped sometimes?

I've been to two different seminars/classes on giftings and you think I can find my notes? My books? Do you think I remember anything that was said?

I've pulled apart all the bookcases, my file cabinets, my storage boxes. Papers are strewn everywhere...

What is with me?
Why can't I be organized like my mom?

I used to think I had the gift of administration. But, shouldn't I be more, you know, organized?

In case you're wondering, I did end up going to church on Sunday. With two very grumpy boys. Which sorta sets a bad tone for the whole event but whatever.

We went to Northview and I knew without a smidgeon of doubt that I was exactly where I was supposed to be. It was the first Sunday that Jeff preached as their new Lead Pastor. Oh. My Goodness. Listen to his sermon online. (Clint'll have it up by Tuesday afternoon.)

When he was finished, the congregation CLAPPED. We clapped, people. Go. Listen.

Three things I'm thankful for:

1. Weekends filled with crafting, beaching, laughing, crying, talking, eating. Weekends. I love them.

2. Late night talks with the boy who is no longer a teenager. I am so thankful there is at least one person in this house who still converses with me.

3. Drew cleaned the gutters for me this afternoon.

I had to give him $20. And he climbed onto and off of the roof through my bedroom window, leaving all manner of mess behind him. But still. The over-the-garage waterfall is no more.

Shalom,