My brother and I spent the week handling accounts, decisions, and various legal, financial and medical issues and sorting through years of accumulated things to get Mom's essentials packed into the rental truck which my brother drove 1000 miles to her new home in an assisted living facility where he lives and then with a couple of other guys unloaded it this morning while I picked up Mom and all her things at the rehab center Friday, got us to the airport, and flew back with her to St. Louis last night so that I could get up at 5:30 this morning to help with our monthly food co-op ministry after which our boys had baseball games, during the first of which our older son got hit with a line drive shot right above his knee but since he's doing okay, my wife ran to eh drugstore to get Mom's prescriptions she got here without while I finished up my message for tomorrow because after church we're leaving to take Mom the rest of the way to her new apartment and help her get unpacked and settled on Monday and Tuesday because I have to come back to town for our national leadership conference on Wednesday and Thursday, but it's okay because someone else is preaching next Sunday.
So how was your week?
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Home again ... for a few minutes
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Just, wow, Jeff. I don't and can't know the specifics of what that means to and for you, but based on how you've written it, I can guess. And relate, in terms of the juggling and the frenetic. (I hope not in terms of the second-guessing.)
As for "how was your week"? Well, not everything bears comparison--an important paradigm to keep in mind. Yours was, clearly, a heck of a thing. Mine was a week ... as, God willing, most will be, for most of us, most of the time.
We are thinking of and praying*** for you, Jeff & family. Fundamentally, that's it and that's all.
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It's interesting: Online or offline, I find myself--weirdly--almost always "typo-ing" the word "praying," which, while typos are not unusual in the reader_iam schtick, that one most definitively and emphatically is. Perhaps it just fits with where I am, in so many ways, but nowhere more than a specific one. In any case, it's an entirely new one--meaning, never has that particular typo ever been typical.
And it is: "parrying." Not to deflect from the post, at all, at all--I just thought you might find that interesting, and that the observation sprang, as sort of a bas[-]relief reaction, to what you've written.
Dang. And thanks.
RIA,
Thanks for the kind, encouraging, and understanding words. I read your comment before we left, but didn't have time to reply. It meant a lot to know that you were "parrying" for me (spiritual warfare?).
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