The cold is creeping in on the wind. All day it has been colder than they promised. I’m still recuperating from my latest sinus infection, and my energy is at low ebb. It feels like I have gotten precious little done today. Outside, I hear Certain Man’s chain saw as he works at trimming back his burning bush at the edge of the house. I stir around in the kitchen, making food for our church family’s potluck tomorrow.
A day that Certain Man and I have waited for with eager hearts for some time. Tomorrow, our church installs Dale Keffer as our overseer and the position of Chairman of the Leadership Team gets passed to Joshua Slaubaugh. I don’t expect that we will be less busy, but the weight of responsibility will be so different, and along with full support of our new overseer and church leader, we are both full of grateful praise. Our church has been so kind to us. So supportive. And we have been blessed in the eight years since Certain Man has been “first among equals.” But he is far more comfortable being a deacon than he is being chairman and it is the right time for this to happen. I cannot begin to say how glad we are.
And now that I’ve sat a bit, and warmed up from my trek outside to see that good work that Certain Man was doing, I am going back to my kitchen. It is almost time to call it a night.
One more night before a brand new day. My heart gives grateful praise.