Today we drive home. Our van and our waistlines are weighed down with blessings.
We stop in Indy to visit the sister in Christ who is expected to die any minute.
Is it unique to the pastor's family? ...the way our joy is mixed always with sadness and our sadness with joy?
We wait in the waiting room of the heart center. They play with little things new while daddy prays with a weary one old.
I am happy to be married to the man who does this.
But I see how he also "catches" some of the weariness.
Pray for him with me, will you?
Tend to Your child, Your under- shepherd, who must always be pouring himself out for those around him who have such great needs. Continue to fill him up, that he may have something to pour.
Ditto for all pastors everywhere.Amen.