I love doing interim or transition work, at least I used to. I did not realize, though, that my ability to speak with David nearly every day, helped make this exhausting work fun. I know it may become fun again, but I'm concerned that right now I cannot do the work these two congregations need for me to do.
Yesterday I was in a real blue funk. I kept wanting to reach for the phone to speak with him. It's not that we often spoke of what was on my plate, but after patiently listening to his latest ideas on medicine or (his latest) how he could contribute to the issue of overpopulation in the world, he usually had some uplifting things to say about me or us or nothing in particular.
The Way of Mary: Radiance!
20 hours ago
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{{{Amelia}}}
Thank you PseudoPiskie, it hurts a lot more than I thought it would. The introvert in me takes a while before it will accept what is going on.
I wish you were three hours away rather than 13+. Two sets of friends are headed for Maine. No room for me tho. And I have that pesky Senior Warden job now. You are welcome to call me whenever - even in the middle of the night. I could email you my numbers.
A phone number would be great. e-mail is motheramelia@mac.com
Don´t be sad...you are loved by many--whole clusters of us, here there and everywhere!
Leonardo
Virtual hugs, Amelia. As Johnny Cash says, 'You still miss someone.' I understand. Prayers for you.
Prayers and love go before you, beside you, above you, below you and behind you. That's the way you'll make it through this
Prayers and a cyberhug from New Mexico. It does take time. I trust you to be gentle with yourself.
Thinking of you, and praying for you.
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