I’m trying to keep up posting over at Reflectionary. Seems like the best thing I can to do get ready for Sunday.
If this is your Holy How Can I Do It All Week, how are you holding up?
It feels like an important question on the day between two 12-hour days.
I’m working from home today, planning on a long walk with my husband, and looking forward to a meeting with my semi-monthly clergywomen’s group this afternoon. In between, before and after, I’ll draft some thoughts for my Maundy Thursday message, discuss Good Friday music with Snowman and make a hospital visit.
In a quest for maintaining sanity, or perhaps a display of the absolute opposite, I’m trying to finish the second sock of a pair won in the church auction by a member of Main Street Church. I have been hampered by my numb and painful hands, but I think I can do it before Sunday, or certainly before next Tuesday, my moving day. Hope they dry fast when I block them.
There is something soothing about a hand task when I am engaged in so much church this week, the personalities and the details and the thinking of deep thoughts. My favorite part of yesterday had to be figuring out what to do with the bare birch tree that has been part of our Lenten sanctuary and deciding to use it as the focal point for Maundy Thursday and Good Friday. Were you there when they nailed him to the tree? I hope the tree will help make it palpable.
(We won’t even mention navigating the choppy waters of parenting a 12-year-old who is "going out" with someone for the first time.)
Feel free to share your strategies or disciplines in the comments.