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……that’s enough for today.

Period.

The thing about Lent is sin surfaces. Back when 70-and-above was the age to get vaccinated, I was only 65 and desperate to get poked. Privileged me tried to finagle the definition of “multi-generational household” in my mind until a friend straightened me out. Oh, the embarrassment, then remorse. Me, who speaks of justice. Today we get our second jabs. I know every shot in every arm benefits everybody. I hope and pray the stats shift showing the most vulnerable are getting protection too.    

I know it’s cheesy, the rhymes and all.

She does beckon me every morning.

The thoughts do count.

For this I am grateful.      

Sitting here percolating…..discerning my answers to ministry asks. Also to travel possibility, perhaps jumping half an ocean. Sometimes the answer is a resounding Yes and I can hardly stop my enthusiastic self from screaming the response (same thing for an obvious No). Usually there is some waiting and hoping involved when I am curious or eager or reticent, acknowledging need for patience and more prayer.  Clarity herself will come.      

It’s a lie if I implied pod plumbing is easy. For instance, when we arrived at the cabin, we discovered the kitchen faucet seal had failed. F-bomb! My confession though is about my frustration due to FODMAP, the non-inflammatory diet we are testing. Given the long list of irritating ingredients, the potential in 21 weekly meals at home fizzles. Apart from the petty inconveniences, the worst four-letter word surfaces: Fear. I am afraid. Is Rob’s a chronic ailment that could curtail our adventures forever? Worse, will he be uncomfortable and suffer? And, sadly, will I lack compassion?