Yesterday I emailed our priest about having to miss our Intercessory Prayer group, being in the throes of clothes washing madness. Told him I was doing laundry the old-fashioned way. We chatted a couple of more times, him asking what was wrong with the washer, etc. Anyway, got a call from him this morning, and he asked if we'd settled the washer problem. I told him no and he proceeded to tell me we'd be having a new one delivered. Whoa.
Saturday's the day. Needless to say, any adrenaline I had in my system is long gone.
This is what a church family is all about. Awed and exhausted with the magnitude of this gift.
Thought you should know.
