Good thing I had cleared my calendar, more or less, because it's been full enough, what with the general unpacking and trip follow up, an out of town Regional Meeting with Anchor, distributing Sponsors' thanks yous, checking in with grandkids, a Steve Bell concert Sunday evening, root canal on Monday, and a little flare up revisit to the specialist yesterday. (Nothing a course of antibiotics and salt water rinses won't take care of.)
I confess that in my eagerness to step back into regular routines, and the anticipation of some exciting speaking engagements in the next few weeks, I have almost lost sight of the Lenten season we are currently observing in that broader sense of the church calendar.
A small wooden cross, a gift from Yupa as I was leaving, helps reorient me. I seek some inspiration and insight from the prophet.
"...the punishment that brought us peace was on Him."
Isaiah 53:5
In a world where peace seems so illusive, I feel the need to just leave these words be.
Except to say that they add to the growing weight of gratitude piling up inside of me
this first week back.
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