Help Is on the Way

I told you that I'm technologically challenged in much the same way I'm fashion challenged. I pretty much know just enough about my laptop to make me relatively dangerous. The electricity went out for a couple of hours in our neighborhood last night when I was planning to write and I've had trouble connecting with the internet this morning. (Must admit that the candle light was nice for a change; comforting.)

I think it's pretty common knowledge that our emotions bounce all around. And it's also a common struggle for us to work at controlling them instead of emotions controlling us, right? (Whew, for a moment there I thought it was just me! Smile.) When life is crazy, it's hard to determine which thoughts are reasonable and which ones need to be put aside - can you tell that's where I find myself this morning?

Our "world" has been an absolute whirlwind for about two months now. The twenty-fifth anniversary of our church, Easter, Meagan's surgery, Spring Tea, plus all the normal unextraodinary/extraordinary issues of being involved in the lives of many people.

So it was that I said to my dear husband last week, "As soon as Meagan is feeling better, I will be leaving Winter Haven for a few days. I'd love for you to join me if you'd like. But I will be getting out of town to breathe." I think he probably plans to join me. (Don't know where I'm headed yet; just needed to tell myself that there is light at the end of the tunnel and it isn't the head light of a train. Smile.)

Isn't it funny that thousands of people dream, work and save in order to come to the tropical paradise known as central FL and there is a pastor's wife planning to run from here just as soon as she can. (Only for a few days, mind you.) Erma Bombeck once said, "The grass is always greener right over the septic tank." I loved Erma Bombeck! What a brilliant philosopher.

Update on Meagan. She is now having an new allergic reaction in the form of a rash all over her face and neck. It looks very much like measles and itches terribly. Her lips are also still pretty swollen; the Benadryl has helped some. The surgeon hopes to be able to remove the plastic guard - which seems to be causing so much of this trouble - on Wednesday. Please help us pray that her new bite will be advanced to the point that he can do this. Poor baby. She's a trooper and has had us all laughing several times this week-end in spite of the trouble.

So, (deep breath inserted here) on we go with the work every Monday brings. But tucked safely in the back of my heart and head is the promise - leaving town in just a few days, for a few days. How delicious!