After cancer I’ve been working as much as I possibly can. It’s good for me, but I am wiped out after teaching everyday.
Along with all the work I’ve slowly been restoring order to my home. The wetness problem is fixed. The tile is laid in the basement. The septic system functioned ALL WINTER despite sub zero stretches.
God is good.
He is a generous and thoughtful provider. I see His hand in every day, every hour, every minute.
I see His protection.
I have a break from teaching coming up, as spring break looms. I need it.
Sad news in my little world: my wonderful pastor, an expository preacher, is resigning. His emphasis was prayer, as was mine. I feel like a kindred spirit was my shepherd these past critical years since Brian’s death.
I will miss him in the pulpit.
Also, looking for a new pastor with a solid Bible foundation, prayer emphasis, and outreach fervor is almost impossible. They hardly exist.
I studied my MPA, very Peter Drucker laced, and I know the current trends in leadership.
Sadly a servant hearted shepherd with solid theology, premillennial disposition, strong Bible knowledge is rare.
My mom went to an old Norwegian church downtown Minneapolis yesterday. They are looking for a pastor too, but he has to know and preach in Norwegian, be Lutheran, and who knows what else he needs…!!
He has to commit to three years in our “wonderful” city of Minneapolis.
(ha!)
It is super hard to find a pastor.
On Sunday I hosted an after-conference pizza party for some folk who had just attended SXSW in Austin Texas, and then subsequently Paganicon, here in the Minneapolis area.
Wow, folks. I wished that we had a zoom type of recording camera as everyone shared their impressions and what they learned.
A privilege for me. I got it fresh. These folk are researchers who attend WEF events, United Nation conferences, Burning Man, and various other pertinent cutting edge trending gatherings.
I am still shaking my head in disbelief at some of the information.
It is theirs to disperse, so I won’t steal their thunder here, but if you are interested in hearing a bit, contact me.
I will share tidbits, but suffice it to say it is earth shaking.
In the background of all of this is a war in Iran.
I was planning a trip to China in May. It is currently on hold. Sometimes the world really does affect your own little life.
Today I walked over the swamp to meet brand new neighbors next door. They are very good neighbors. I just know it.
God has blessed me. Again. Again and again.
Again and again and again.
The tears just roll down—gratefulness.
I’ve met my latest darling granddaughter. She is absolutely perfect. I’m babysitting my youngest grandson this afternoon. In fact I need to skedaddle. He’s priceless.
I’m listening to Peder Elias’ song “Call My Name”
I think of it a bit as a reminder that God really does calm my heart in my needs.
Come, Lord Jesus!
MARANATHA!