The trouble with not feeling to good is that things do not get done. This week I am feeling OK, so I have piles of washing, and piles of ironing to do. The last shirt has been used, those lying there since last summer muct now be ironed! This could wear me out again!
Sunday I felt terrific. I ate well, drank sweet coffee and wandered down to the Kirk quite well, for me. I felt good, confident and ready. I had to be, I was doing the intercessions. That is, at one point I rose above the mob and prayed (from my well prepared sheet). This went down well with the vicar and wife, mostly because I prayed for them! Mentioning her as a grannie, 'and so young' went down well with her. Nobody among the congregation mentioned anything other than they.
But as I came home I realised how much the churches prayers had lifted me and prepared me for my short slot. The people's prayers make such a difference.
I felt it on Sunday.
I ought to have prayed for a woman to come and do my ironing! Not that this would work with that lot!
2 comments:
After that compliment the vicar's wife will be ironing your shirts...
Fly, Sadly, not quite...
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