Well Spent
I got back from my two day trip to Stanford's Cancer Center in Palo Alto in time to go to Bible study last night. Every other week, I make the trip with my niece Donna who undergoes treatments for Host vs. Graft disease. I am blessed every time I go and I look forward to these special times together. I honestly believe this is one of the reasons God brought Richard and I to California.
Last night's Bible study was especially good. It was the final lesson to be presented by our leader Mike, and he deftly guided us into several lively discussions. Everyone left the better for having been there. I firmly believe small groups held throughout the week are a vital part of a "healthy church."
This morning, another small group we call the Women of Grace met at the church. We were just finishing when we heard yelling outside the window. The police were there, guns drawn (I'm not making this up) and coming over the fence. They soon had their quarry in cuffs. He had broken a window but I doubt he could have easily entered through it because it is fairly high off the ground level.
I was impressed with the ladies in my class. No one panicked. They checked and locked the doors. They thought to call the church secretary to be sure her office was locked. Perhaps the most notable feature of the whole episode was the concern these women had for the young intruder. It was a sensible caring, not the foolish, melting heart type that would invite misuse. After the police questioned and endured the bantering responses of our group, we resumed taking prayer requests and had a good prayer time.
By the time I got home, I was cognitively and physically spent. Part of my fatigue relates to my not being completely recovered from the sinus and lung infection I've been fighting, but much of it is simply normal for me. Like many brain injured people, I lack stamina. Whether the activity is mental or physical, I am rarely good for more than one or two hours. My mental processing abilities decline quickly after I reach my "limit," and straining to concentrate brings on physical exhaustion as well.
But I was "well spent" you might say, for I had some prayer time, some Bible time, we ate supper and now I am spending time with you... tomorrow I will catch up on my e-mail and other things that sort of "piled up."
Last night's Bible study was especially good. It was the final lesson to be presented by our leader Mike, and he deftly guided us into several lively discussions. Everyone left the better for having been there. I firmly believe small groups held throughout the week are a vital part of a "healthy church."
This morning, another small group we call the Women of Grace met at the church. We were just finishing when we heard yelling outside the window. The police were there, guns drawn (I'm not making this up) and coming over the fence. They soon had their quarry in cuffs. He had broken a window but I doubt he could have easily entered through it because it is fairly high off the ground level.
I was impressed with the ladies in my class. No one panicked. They checked and locked the doors. They thought to call the church secretary to be sure her office was locked. Perhaps the most notable feature of the whole episode was the concern these women had for the young intruder. It was a sensible caring, not the foolish, melting heart type that would invite misuse. After the police questioned and endured the bantering responses of our group, we resumed taking prayer requests and had a good prayer time.
By the time I got home, I was cognitively and physically spent. Part of my fatigue relates to my not being completely recovered from the sinus and lung infection I've been fighting, but much of it is simply normal for me. Like many brain injured people, I lack stamina. Whether the activity is mental or physical, I am rarely good for more than one or two hours. My mental processing abilities decline quickly after I reach my "limit," and straining to concentrate brings on physical exhaustion as well.
But I was "well spent" you might say, for I had some prayer time, some Bible time, we ate supper and now I am spending time with you... tomorrow I will catch up on my e-mail and other things that sort of "piled up."
1 Comments:
I know how you feel...It is amazing how "yucky" a little boys bathroom can get. And I cleaned the fridge here when we moved in, yet somehow I had to do it all again a few days ago and it seemed as if I had never cleaned it before. What goes on that makes such a mess in there anyway? lol Talk to you later.
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