It was a long, busy week and tonight was Blessedly unbusy. I called my parents to talk because their pastor – who was only 41 – died unexpectedly during before emergency gall bladder surgery. I jut feel so badly for his wife and children, who are in the same parsonage I grew up in. That thought is so weird to me. Prayers for them would be appreciated.
I watched a little tv and puttered around cleaning a little. Sam and Rachel are coming for visit but they aren’t staying here. That’s good, because this place ain’t company ready. I did a load of laundry, emptied the dishwasher, and decided to give the cats a bath.
So here I sit on the sofa, watching another t.v. show, fighting sleep, and waiting for Lloyd to come back from choir practice. A damp cat is leaning on my leg, and though tired and a little sad, I am grateful.
That’s all I got. My brain is fried.
Michelle says
So did you throw the cats in with the laundry or dishes?
It’s weird for us here in Delta too. When we got the news about Pastor I just couldn’t believe it!
I’m keeping your parents in our prayers also. We have been and always will be so Blessed by them and your family.
Brad says
Wow. That’s the second time this week I’ve heard about someone in their forties who has died. Praying for the family…