Jewells of Thought

Saturday was quite a day. The morning started off great then I went out with my parents to Cow Town in Carlisle. After enjoying our food though things took a twist. We didn’t make it all the way home.

We were less than 10 minutes from home when Dad thought the sounds were way too bad to go any further. We had only heard them once he turned the radio off and after 5 to perhaps 8 minutes before coming to a stop on our way home the back way. So then after a phone call to my brother, we waited at least a whole 30 minutes before Dad heard the truck pulling up behind us.

Thank goodness we were finally on our last leg home. However, it was not all hunky dory for me on the way home. The truck has had visitors of the four-legged kind of which I am allergic to their dander. All it took was a whiff of the inside and I was instantly congested, sitting in the truck took the rest of the day and the next to fully get over. I remember on Monday I had said this reaction wouldn’t happen on Saturday, I didn’t see this car malfunction in our future, apparently.

All the normal things happened not being able to talk well, congestion, feeling warm a headache, this feeling of heart what seemed like my heart racing a little bit and the hairs on my body feeling static tuned to that dander that felt palpable. I nearly wondered if I should not sing my solo knowing it had that low beginning. Yet my parents and I put together a plan that had already meant for me to not drive so I could take my Benadryl earlier to help with my ability to sing in the Cantata.

The night was interesting and I had a difficult time not talking which made the congestion worse. Cough drops helped quite a bit during our last rehearsal before our performance. It was then in that interim that Reverend Kenny Adams had been discussed a couple of times. The second or third time I finally heard what we had been waiting for that he had passed on, yet it wasn’t announced and it was mentioned only that one time as far as I could hear. Because of that I had believed maybe I hadn’t heard what I thought I had been told.

Me in between rehearsal and the performance waiting for Cantata Time!

When the Cantata began, I had my water and my cough drops, by the time I sang my solo I had two in my mouth. Still my voice felt gravelly thankfully the higher notes helped me to press on, but those first few lines were hard for me to get through. I did finish the song though, whether I ended up with the right last note I am so sure.

The next day I still didn’t feel good. Plus my car wouldn’t turn over. I still didn’t know about Revered Adams whether or not it was true. It took a phone call from Brenda, Monday morning, to affirm that it was indeed true and not a fathom of my imagination. It didn’t take long to figure out though that all I would be able to do for the Adams family was to make some Baked Beans. We had appointments set on Wednesday in Terre Haute which were very important.

On Facebook I commented that Rev. Kenny was one of two Preachers to pray with me right before my first surgery. It was at Sullivan Hospital a little procedure, that left a big imprint and impact on me with that surgery. My preacher was there and then Kenny came in. My parents Preacher filling in at Fellowship, while I was at First Baptist at that time. Kenny and Wynn Adams were sweet and they liked my parents. They were also very good about being at Dad’s hospital procedures during that same time with his A Fib. Each time they came together they were such a sweet sight.

Each church Kenny was a part of had a sweet flowing fellowship. I have gotten to experience it now in two congregations since that surgery.