Sunday

I did "pretty good" this morning. I thought I was going to be fine... I felt good this morning, I wasn't "in a mood" of any sort. Isaac played drums, Graham bass, me acoustic and Jane keyboard. Then for a special Isaac and Graham did a Sufjan Stevens song and Isaac played acoustic and sang and Graham played keys. It was really good. And it's funny how "in sync" Isaac and I are when he plays drums.

I even did pretty well with the prayer time and the sermon... until I was on about page 7 (of 9 - 14 font, double-spaced). I kinda breifly lost it. And of course, as soon as I did I could see Jane, Joan, Shelly and Jim tearing up too. But I managed to finish. I very rarely get emotional when I preach, and I can't say that I like it a whole lot. I've had some people tell me I should cry more from the pulpit, but that's really why I probably don't like to do it, because I've seen too many preachers who seem to think they need to do it every time they preach. For some it's for real, but for some it looks a little contrived. Nada mea.

Anyway, it was weird not having Carrie here. Me, Jane, Isaac, Graham & Joan went to the Jefferson Pointe food court for lunch. Something different. I had Enzo's pizza.

I just got the horseshoes and volleyball court set up for the Sunday Night Gathering. We're cooking out under the pavilion.

This is going to be a loooong week. Carrie moves out Tuesday, Isaac goes Thursday. Thank you, Lord, for such awesome kids.

Peace. Revolution.