Monday was my annual consultation – as part of a group
of contented or retiring clergy, I was invited to meet early with the district
superintendent. I fall among the contented,
not the retiring.
I decided not to retire on my July trip to the mountains.
Refreshed and renewed, I returned to Massey's Chapel feeling good and grateful. The DS said I
should ask for that kind of time off – which doesn’t count as vacation, he said
-- every year. Maybe I will, assuming we have discretionary income after purchasing
another house.
Keith and I got an offer on our house two days ago from the
only person who already has been approved for membership at Elderberry. We
still need a contract. She lives in Texas but plans to visit the community again
in December, and we hope to get a contract and earnest money then. There are
still a lot of unknowns.
I pray a lot for Elderberry and for the hostages in the Middle East. I pray for personal peace.
Filled with nervous energy, I have been writing sermons so that I won’t think about it all. I’ve completed sermons through the second Sunday of Advent; I've planned the music and the Advent wreath readings. I've made a new Advent wreath; last year's was falling apart.
I need to walk more and say goodbye to the forest here. The paths are
so covered with leaves it’s difficult to walk.
I’ve started playing pickleball! I’m not very good; it’s
not like tennis. But I like it.
Thanksgiving is Thursday. Eric, Katherine, Jonathan, and I will follow our Thanksgiving tradition and play tennis in
the morning, then gather for dinner in the afternoon. As usual, I have much for
which to thank God.
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