Jewells of Thought

The first Sunday of December and it was Communion Day. For once even by myself I got some Christmas Cards passed out today. This has never happened before. Doing them this way feels different, but I still love making them and passing them out to friends and family.

During the congregational singing memories flooded my mind as we were singing that uh we were singing these songs in choir not that long ago. One song was one we never did as a congregation. It was actually a song Dad and I used to sing a lot. So suffice it to say a lot of emotions floating through my mind this morning. Still the one I haven’t mentioned yet was by far the one that sent me smiling the most. The little girl in front of me was watching me a little too much and I’m not sure what she was thinking about it.

One Sunday morning a week before Christmas I got a surprise right before the church service. All of us choir members would eventually make it to the choir loft right before the service started. Well I was here at Fellowship, this man and his parents were at my First Baptist with me. We had a flirtation going on for months. One night we took a ride and literally talked the evening away. It was very exhilarating and yet afterwards somewhat odd. He was sweet and actually helped us when Grandma Rosie nearly fell from the snow or ice in the parking lot. He took very good care of his own Grandma. She really tried to bring us together she did, but we weren’t a good fit.

So when out of the blue he came into church as I was just about to walk up to the loft; I was dumbfounded. So much so that as I went up to the loft I forgot what I had known for weeks. The Christmas tree was in the normal flow heading into the choir loft and we had to go up next to the pulpit. I was heading straight for the tree. This morning when I again saw the Christmas tree that embarrassing moment hit me in the gut. I know Chuck saw it, our Choir Director and I heard other bouts of laughter when I realized what I had done.

I analyzed that day over and over again for months. We didn’t say anything to each other. I wondered what on earth! His parents came back a couple more Sundays, but I never saw him again. That was before Bryan came into my life I wish I could have had him with me it would have been more satisfying that Christmas morning.

Then tonight when I arrived at Church a little tyke was playing with me. The Pastors daughter, a year old had found not just one but two Daily Breads to hold. One for each hand. So she gave me one for just a few seconds then she took it back again. She decided she wanted it back, but then she had that other one so after another few seconds I got this other one given to me. I waited a little bit but she left it alone in my hands. She had wanted the first one and then thought I should have the second one not the first one. It was fun to watch her for that little bit before the service.

I guess this means she’s getting a little more used to me.