Monday Morning Musings

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Lots going on...



  • I've figured out how to update blog with a "photo" in my profile that appears whenever I leave a comment *LOL* too fun...

  • I have figured out how to add links for the blogs I read often, making it easier for me to get to them

  • I have a search committee making a site visit to small church in April...

  • our music director will be gone the day they visit

  • I need to find a good substitute musician

  • working with a new person on that day just makes me even more anxious

  • and, how will I manage these folks visiting while not revealing everything to "small church"

  • plus....I'm fighting with my husband...

  • me and husband usually get along well, fighting is not typical for us...but sometimes I think times of deep change can only be birthed after struggle and "labor"

  • I have a headache...why...'cuz I'm fighting with husband, not sleeping well, anxious

  • so. day. off.

  • maybe exercise will help me feel better.

Comments

Sally said…
prayers for blessings and peace- hope the headache soon goes.
3/19/2007 12:53 PM
Terri said…
I managed to exercise and am now going to lunch and shopping with daughter. Headache gone...so, somehow all will be well. Thanks Sally for your kind thoughts and prayers.
3/19/2007 1:35 PM
Unknown said…
Thinking of you, although it's later in the day. The times of transition, or hoped-for transition, are hard on everyone.
(((mompriest)))
3/19/2007 4:10 PM
Mary Beth said…
Hey,

did you know the search committee thing was addressed in Ask the Matriarch not too long ago?

http://revgalblogpals.blogspot.com/2007/02/ask-matriarch-better-part-of-valor.html

:) GOOD LUCK!
3/22/2007 4:40 PM
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