Well, the challenging week continues, but I'm beginning to see some daylight. I took yesterday off, declined to meet with some people over important issues because I knew I shouldn't trust my insight in this exhausted state, and then worked outside in the flower beds for much of the afternoon. I cleaned out the beds with summer/fall plants, now dead from front. Onto the compost heap. I looked sadly at the house plants I had put on the front and south facing porch, thinking it might protect them adequately from the more extreme cold and realized many hadn't made it. Each of those houseplants had a history. Many came from the funerals of my mother and father in law, two years ago. Others were rescued from my mother who systematically kills every plant ever given her. Another is a now 8 foot ficus tree I had grown from a 1 footer, acquired about five years ago for my office. That ficus may make it, but another is gone. So, more onto the compost pile.
Then I began to pull some weeds from the new beds we put in this past fall, and started placing newspaper down and covering it with compost to put a good barrier against others growing. Didn't get too far--just don't have the physical strength right now to do too much. But being out in the sunshine helped. Getting a few things cleaned out helped. Tossing things on the compost heap helped. All part of the cycle of life--even the most tenderly cared for plants eventually die, but in their death, they can bring life again.
My grandson in France seems to be responding to the huge doses of powerful antibiotics being pumped into his system, and all are cautiously optimistic. The church administrator at my church has very likely experienced a miracle of healing. A diagnosis of rampant and quickly fatal liver cancer from two and a half weeks ago is suddenly, "Well, the biopsy shows NO signs of cancer, but I don't trust it and want you to have another."
In a couple of hours, I'll head to Dallas to do a wedding rehearsal and enjoy an evening there along with what should be a beautiful wedding on Saturday. My Beloved, as always loving and supportive, has agreed to take the lead in this wedding and just let me be the tag along. He's really better at these than I am, and I will ride gratefully on his strength for these two days.
My sermon for Sunday is ready and waiting for me on my pulpit. My article for next week will be sent to the newspaper editor soon. There's a sense of completion here that really helps. I know I still need a long, long break, much sleep and sunshine to really recover again, but have a sense of hope again. Thank all of you for praying.