Woke up way too early (considering I went to sleep at 2am) to do the dogs, but with one of the big ones whimpering to go out, there wasn't opportunity to do otherwise. Then I got to thinking about the day (it was about 6:15am--waking up time for lots of folks, but not usually me) and in the quiet, got out my iPod to listen to a song that was spinning in my head last night. Listened to it by Sarah Hart, then found it by Kim Hill as well. My goodness, pick one.
Went to prayer at 8:30am, was asked to be the reader which I consider an honor, then asked Fr Keith if I could clean the kitchen in preparation for Sunday's chili cook-off. A couple of the women were there as well to take care of the altar linens, fill the oil candles and clean the vases. Just tidying up, all of us. After a bit, everyone left and I was waiting for the dishwasher to stop. I was alone in the church. Amazing. I was glad, though, when I was able to leave. Too much responsibility. Pretty awesome, nonetheless. To be trusted is priceless.
Praying for the day. Keeping busy. Feeling God's touch and His comfort, which is awesome as well.
