Sunday

 Sunday once again.  All the morning things finished.  Even another scarf.  And we were off to church a little bit earlier.  I was so ready to be at church surrounded with friends who know me well.  The morning was a bit emotional thinking about stuff.  Andrew, our oldest grandson living here in Carmel is ready for college and he has chosen Goshen College where my mother went, my siblings and I went, Andrew's dad Eric went and so many friends I grew up with also attended.  It's a wonderful place to make long lasting friends and there should be so much good in the coming years that Andrew will experience.

Time is moving on and I'm happy to see the continuation of what was important to our Ohio family.  My brother Jim would have been delighted to hear Andrew's decision just as he was when he heard Eric's decision.  So, it was a rather emotional morning doing a bit of too much thinking missing Eric and Jared and grandsons near and far.   

Soon after arriving at church, I prevailed on a Stinnette kid that I had in Sunday School years ago, for some help.  He's a dad now with two children.  It was a ladder job getting tubs of silk flowers down from high shelves for our workday tomorrow preparing visuals for Easter.  That's an example of a helping church family.  I needed that.  There will be some pulpit changes also tomorrow.  

And the message I needed to hear from Pastor Darren was about faith and the family that gathers at 38th and Meridian each week. Darren used the story of Jesus walking on the water. Matt14:22-33 The music was wonderful, and all so well coordinated. The smallest children sang about David and the giant! There was a trombone solo and of course Heather, and the organ came through at their best. It was the best little package of support, for a mind that needed clearing, one could ever receive. Pray that I can carry all this with me through the week. 

The choir sang Secure by C Curtney, a composer the choir loves.

A storm is raging Lord. The boat I sail is small and, oh so frail.                                                                  The wind is blowing, Lord. I cannot hold the course against the gale.                                                    The lightning strikes on every side, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.                                                      You hand alone can hold the tide, Lord, rescue me. 

I am sinking Lord. The boat is taking water, going down.                                                                        Part the waters, Lord. I long to plant my feet on solid ground.                                                                Oh, Lord of earth and sky and sea, your hand is reaching out to me.                                                          I know that you have heard my plea. My hope is sure. I am secure.

There was more manna from heaven or maybe Beth G when she passed on more flannel sheets.  They are something she likes but it certainly not the favorite of Eric G's. So, I'm the blessed one.  I'm going to start sewing again. It's a wonderful mind filler. 

                                                                        Pretty, pretty!

I worked on the rug in the afternoon braiding and lacing. It's growing slowly but it's just inch by inch.  One time around adds 2 inches to the size and it's a long way around. Something tells me it will be rolled up soon to come out another day. I think those pioneer ladies had more than 24 hours in their day.   But maybe not. I know for sure there were no basketball games to watch on TV.  That's a sure thing.

With water the seeds are almost twice as big.  The flowers smell wonderful unlike the perennial S Peas.

The soaked Sweet Peas made it in the ground in the garden.  I'm sure they are happy to leave the water they soaked in.  Some skins were cracked which will get them started a bit earlier than others.  

    Now we wait.  The Sweet Peas have a chance to climb the pussy willow fence made last spring.

One patio plant is in the house.  The other one has fabric hanging around it and then the plastic bag keeping it bundled up tight. It was uncovered all morning for light.  I hear snow might be coming.  I think not, so we'll see who is right.  

The Big 10 which is about 20 now...who let them in? will start at three.  I'm cheering for Wisconsin.  They should be playing Michigan State.  That other Michigan team I think will lose for sure. I just learned for sure they didn't.  Wrong again.  

You might agree that the kitchen table has more than one theme.  Maybe I should stay inside and fix that.  I've added forcing forsythia to the pussy willows.  Santa was made by a good teaching friend.  And the saint of all gardeners, Farocki is by the jonquils. 

So this week will be on the busy side.  Four out of five days will be appointment days.                      Monday will see visual arts folks working on Easter. Heidi and I have some additional things to do.   Tuesday is an early uro physical therapy appointment.                                                                              Wednesday is an eye appointment at Noblesville that I have some concerns about.                     Thursday NOTHING now. I'm not looking for anything but!                                                                        Friday is a urogynecology follow up appointment.                                                                          Saturday is Bread and Bowl

That's my life for this week. The in between times that Patty sings about will be filled with the garden or sewing, the chair or keeping today in mind. So many choices.  All good.