Note to Self: Meeting of Presbytery's uber-committee and leadership of uber-committee's only slightly less uber subcommittee SHALL NOT BE in the same week as Session Retreat.
Nor shall the latter be followed by introductory Deacon's meeting after worship.
TDH has returned from southern phallic state from a one and a half hour service for the deceased. He confirmed that it was who we had been told in the box (I just wanted to be sure).
I once again participated in the exercise of humiliation known as me asking TDH if he wanted to come home and work on our marriage. He declined. This will hopefully be the last exercise of this sort as things should be final in a few weeks. And really there are a few positives:
a) I have noted that each time I participate in this exercise of humiliation (average about once a month when the guilt/reflection on what committment really means gets to me) anyway, every time I participate the sting to the face of rejection seems to be less and less.
b) It is further confirmation that there really is nothing more I can do.
c) I can through choosing the right channels ("leaks to the press") assure my congregation that there is nothing this particular clergy person can do to stop the divorce... even if she IS clergy.
I am grateful that The Boy woke up this morning - early - and immediately went downstairs to play with his train table and retrieved his own juice (that I had made last night) from the refrigerator.
And I am grateful that just as I was lamenting how my almost 3 year old is going on 15 with all of that independence he came upstairs and got into the shower with me because he was afraid I was playing with his boat. For the record, I was not.
If someone could write my communion meditation for Sunday, that would be great!