Jewells of Thought

For a second time I got to church before Sunday School started. It’s amazing. However, I did not want to get up this morning. I have gone to bed only to get into my room and sit on my bed doing more cross-stitch until shy of midnight. I have another deadline and want to get this done on time before the shower.

Today was such a nice Spring day. I didn’t need a warm jacket I wore a sleeveless shirt with a sheer brown jacket. Perfect for this weather but hot in our house. Another speaker spoke, that I don’t know quite well. He and his wife came after my family left nearly 7 years ago. He reminds me a bit of one of our previous speakers that also left in the last 4 years. The church has such a different feel to it I sometimes feel I am in a different church altogether. I suppose I am now a couple of preachers later.

My accident was on August 2nd by the end of the month I visited and stayed. I have to admit with all of the changes that I knew about and then the ones I learned by experience were different for me. Not to mention being the only one from my family to return out of 9 of us when we first stepped into this church. Although to be honest I have had my niece and various family friends along with me at times.

There was one song that brought a pang to my heart. The song, In The Garden was a song I sang one Sunday morning and mom played it for me. That day Dad had found a vibe to get for his work driving. It was also wintertime and it was snowing. That afternoon me and my parents headed to Indianapolis to get him this car and I was supposed to be the second driver. It was quite a trip in Indy keeping up with dad my car was having troubles with the windshield wipers. It was not a fun trip and yet there we were traveling with two cars in the snow and rain mixture.

We stopped at Bob Evans to eat. Then we hurried back into our cars to get home. We were so happy to get home. One of the good things about taking off when we needed to is that there were a couple of guys who could lead the singing that night at church and Uncle Tony could still play since mom was with us. I miss the two of them playing and going back and forth when they needed to it was good for them both. They don’t have that anymore and I know it’s missing in their lives after literally years in different churches of doing so.

This evening was especially nice having our missionary to Thailand. It was an essential time for our church family and allowed for more conversation with each other that was needed. Our church family will be getting bigger as of tomorrow and it was the buzz of the conversations most of the day I am certain.