Uggh, again.

No, you don't have to tell me that I should be writing my sermon instead of posting here. I know, I know. But sometimes you just have to wait until the time is right, you know. However, I do hope that the "right time" doesn't coincide with Andy's "right time", as we only have one computer and we are both preaching on Sunday. We should be alright, though.

You may be wondering why I am even writing a sermon...I certainly am. Well, this Sunday is youth Sunday. Originally we were going to do a skit or something instead of a sermon. The entire worship service was to be planned two weekends ago at a retreat. However, when my uncle died those plans changed. Sooo, we did speed worship planning in youth group last week. The kids did an awesome job for never having done it before and only having an hour and a half. But with that short time, we just didn't have time to get a drama created. Thus, I am left writing a sermon. I really like preaching...it is the getting there part that is burdensome.

Well, not that I am any more insprired than I was a paragraph ago, I should go do something productive. Even if I go do chores, at least I am slowly getting rid of ways to procrastinate. Eventually I will have to sit down and right that dang thing.

If any of you out there have a great Esther sermon, you let me know.

My Uncle Tim

Andy and I are in Nashville, TN staying at my aunt's (my mom's sister) house. Early Monday morning, shortly after I returned home from the emergency room after scratching my cornea, my 49-year-old Uncle Tim had a stroke. On Tuesday his situation worsened and they knew he wouldn't make it through the night. Suprisingly he did, which turned out to be good in some ways because they were able to initiate the organ donation process. He was declared brain dead, and officially dead, at 10:50am, but was kept alive via respirator so as to enable the donations. The visitation was tonight and the funeral will be tomorrow. All my family is here supporting my aunt, which is good, but, obviously, the entire situation is pretty sad. So, I certainly would appreciate prayers for my aunt as she learns how to live her new life as a widow. Fortunately she has a great support network through her fellow teachers (she is a first grade teacher) and through church connections. Also, my mom's other sister lives about 5 minutes away, and their parents are about 30 minutes away. No matter what, though, it will be so hard. Andy and I will be home Sunday evening.