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helenkacan) wrote2012-10-07 11:40 pm
helenkacan) wrote2012-10-07 11:40 pm
One of those transcendent moments....
... and I was fortunate to have TWO such moments. Of course, this being Sunday, they happened at church. I feel SO very blessed to have my volunteer ministry. Who'd have known that I could have the gift of passing on prayers and blessings? Well, if I hadn't stepped in as a last-minute replacement years ago, I'd certainly still be in the dark.
So what was special about being on duty today? Well, we had extra visitors at church, it being Thanksgiving Sunday. I had the privilege of both anointing and serving communion to a young man from St. Vincent (I believe he's here as a refugee). The first time he was brought up by one of my fave couples, Mary and Rob. The second time, he was brought up by my old friend, Steph, who was cute enough to introduce us ... while I'm ... uh ... serving Communion (with Brent right next to me). Hey, so we're a bit informal - if you hadn't gathered that yet. I loved the fact that I was getting lots of groups of 3-4 people.
Anyway, it just made my heart soar to know that my touching this young man and having him hear loving instead of hateful words in a church had the power to start his journey to spiritual and emotional healing.
In other news, the cough syrup continued to work, though I had to rely on my throat lozenges during the service. And, sadly, I couldn't sing at all except for the Amen before the benediction. Yes, yes, I'm impatient ... and I miss singing. But, first, I have to get healthy. My driver was a few minutes early (yay) and I got home fairly quickly. And then got to take out lots of garbags (oh, joy NOT). After responding to my sis RS who posted on fb about the church dinner tomorrow, I had two wee swigs of cough syrup and then went to bed for a nap. When I woke up, I texted RS about my reasons for not coming to dinner (though I'd dearly love to sample all those Caribbean and African dishes - MEGA YUM).
Luckily, even though it's cold outside, I haven't had to wear my coat, but did pull my lusciously soft black velour top out of the closet. Reminder to self: after you move things, you HAVE to organize the closet. And, speaking of moving stuff, I've decided it would be foolishness of the highest order (though that's never been enough to stop me before) to actually SWITCH the bed and sideboard-desk. So I'm simply going to pull the bed out and do a major dusting. But I will switch the glass table to the other side of the desk and put the optical reader on it. That'll involve only sliding the furniture along one axis. Much simpler. Blonde (simple or not) is very much relieved.
I think I need a drink (hmmm, maybe a cappuccino) and then I'm going back to rereading a fave SGA story. Good stuff. And a very good day. I'm feeling blessed and grateful for it.
So what was special about being on duty today? Well, we had extra visitors at church, it being Thanksgiving Sunday. I had the privilege of both anointing and serving communion to a young man from St. Vincent (I believe he's here as a refugee). The first time he was brought up by one of my fave couples, Mary and Rob. The second time, he was brought up by my old friend, Steph, who was cute enough to introduce us ... while I'm ... uh ... serving Communion (with Brent right next to me). Hey, so we're a bit informal - if you hadn't gathered that yet. I loved the fact that I was getting lots of groups of 3-4 people.
Anyway, it just made my heart soar to know that my touching this young man and having him hear loving instead of hateful words in a church had the power to start his journey to spiritual and emotional healing.
In other news, the cough syrup continued to work, though I had to rely on my throat lozenges during the service. And, sadly, I couldn't sing at all except for the Amen before the benediction. Yes, yes, I'm impatient ... and I miss singing. But, first, I have to get healthy. My driver was a few minutes early (yay) and I got home fairly quickly. And then got to take out lots of garbags (oh, joy NOT). After responding to my sis RS who posted on fb about the church dinner tomorrow, I had two wee swigs of cough syrup and then went to bed for a nap. When I woke up, I texted RS about my reasons for not coming to dinner (though I'd dearly love to sample all those Caribbean and African dishes - MEGA YUM).
Luckily, even though it's cold outside, I haven't had to wear my coat, but did pull my lusciously soft black velour top out of the closet. Reminder to self: after you move things, you HAVE to organize the closet. And, speaking of moving stuff, I've decided it would be foolishness of the highest order (though that's never been enough to stop me before) to actually SWITCH the bed and sideboard-desk. So I'm simply going to pull the bed out and do a major dusting. But I will switch the glass table to the other side of the desk and put the optical reader on it. That'll involve only sliding the furniture along one axis. Much simpler. Blonde (simple or not) is very much relieved.
I think I need a drink (hmmm, maybe a cappuccino) and then I'm going back to rereading a fave SGA story. Good stuff. And a very good day. I'm feeling blessed and grateful for it.