And I am gearing up to bear down and birth the baby, the fat baby. I am ready to lose the rest of this, however much that is going to be. I will accomplish this by eating better and eating less. And getting back to my movement which saves me from the dark brain the swampy marsh water that bubbles up if I sit too much and do nothing too much. I am tired of the past couple of weeks. Time to get back to normal. My knee is going to be okay, see?
Today is the last class meeting of this year’s Education For Ministry class. Next week we will have a party to wind things up. It’s sad—three folks are graduating. I can’t imagine the class without them. I can only hope we get some new folks who will love the class as much as we do. Dale and I will be in 3rd year this fall. We will study the history of the Church. The book is enormous and we both love history—can’t wait.
I need to make an appointment to meet with Father Ken today to set up the fall classes for lay ministry. Part of me feels that I should sit still with this idea/call/longing and see how it pans out, but over and over again I look at it this way—I have gifts. And those gifts come from the goodness and generosity of God. I must use these gifts to serve the kingdom of God.
Good lord. That’s some scary “Christian” language. Let me put it another way. Although professing my sort of “belief” in God still makes me squirm, I do also absolutely believe in God and I do believe in helping others and I do want to help others. One of my gifts is writing. Another is teaching. Another is reading. These will roll nicely into preaching. I will preach well and this will be my offering to the people of God, my people in particular, my people of Grace.
I am getting up and “juning” around, as my mama used to say. I am getting up and putting on my playlist. Dance. Dance. Dance while you can as much as you can.