Can you believe I skipped church this morning – just didn’t think I could make the 7 a.m. service. I had a leisurely start, finished a fascinating book entitled: “Take this Bread,” a spiritual memoir of a 21st century Christian who had been an athiest. I used the word “athiest” in my class the other day and my students had never heard it and didn’t know what it meant. They cannot imagine anyone not believing in God and yet there are plenty of reasons for me to wonder when I see what I see.

I am glad that I didn’t go to church because the electricity went off and I was yearning for a bath and shampoo – managed to get it just before the electricity went off, otherwise it would have been a cold bucket bath. Sometimes girls have to do girl things, so I worked on my nails (never to be the same), didn’t get any tea or breakfast because I had no electricity. At noon I met with the New Yorker’s again with the Carpenter’s Kids for a dinner in the college library. I met so many interesing people, some from Australia who send money for medical emergencies and eye glasses. We don’t have to do big stuff – just little things with love.

When I came home I changed out of my clergy shirt and new African skirt and put on work clothes. Jessie has felt our “yard” needed attention so I raked the yard, meaning I raked the dirt. It bore a slight resemblance of a Japanese garden minus white sand or stones – just dirt.

Sandy McCann came over and said: “is your sister home?” Soon thereafter Jessie came home with wonderful stories and pictures that I can see her painting. The first thing she wanted was a shower but we had a rash of company and now many hours later she is finally getting her bucket bath. Isn’t it interesting how the simple things in life give us such pleasure?

We all need to re-evaluate our lives and determine what is important in the overall scheme of things. Do I miss nice bed linens, a strong shower? You betcha, but I have enough.

We continue to grieve over the loss of the baby. Jessie painted a picture of the great grandfather on the library walls last year. We feel a connection and a sadness. The father of the baby, Emmanuel Petro said it was God’s will but I don’t think like that although I do believe God redeems everything even is we can’t see it.

Wait until you hear from Jessie.