Life of its own

I would like to say that the last few days have been momentous, and if you count that time moves from moment to moment, then the last few days have been momentous. 

Maybe because the Broncos lost to the Raiders? Or, I forgot to sign up and help with the waffle breakfast at Church on Sunday? These moments are not the momentous I was looking for.

Then, I put together the page on “God Invites Us,” and I felt so much better. Especially re-reading No Greater Love, by Mother Teresa. Sheesh. Nothing like an amazing model of holiness to exclaim that she is nothing, that she needs God, and that by praying she loves him.

So what. The Broncos lost. 

I am going to continue writing my weekly reflection on each Thursday’s daily readings. Steve and I take turns delivering the reflection at our Wednesday morning prayer meeting with old men and the courageous women who sometime join us. I’ve got to get started on that. My less than momentous Sunday with Brock and crew sent me to bed early.

Joanne had planned to have the grandkids up to cut down a tree on Saturday, but she was pooped. God’s blessings have wrapped her in warm blankets and brought her back to me. Maybe that’s another chagrin for the weekend, not having the boys come up. We’ll try again this week.

Maybe the Broncos will win next week.

Jerry wrote me back in email that he’ll be getting his forward off to me soon. That was good news. Steve said he had read the “Betwixt” outline and was quite please.  Joanne was impressed by the website, which she review yesterday. 

I am so needy.

On Friday, John Sorensen said he would write his forward, even though he has not read the book. He has just heard snippets that I have read to him in our weekly meetings. His suggestion to write about religious homelessness simply from our conversations over the last couple of years has introduced a new section called “After Words.”