My weekend was nice, especially after the snow melted...that would be Sunday. I took the time to enjoy reading a mystery book..."Blessed Is the Busybody" by Emilie Richards. I really enjoy mysteries when I read fiction. What about you...do you have any special genres that are your go to books?
Can you believe that it is already May?!?! Time simply marches on. This week promises to be nice (read that no snow). However, they are predicting snow/rain next weekend.
I thought I would share a few more pictures from the camping trip. The first two are from the Petrified Wood Forest. My camera did not do justice to the colors in the wood...and yes that is petrified wood, not stone...
The trees were unique...many of them miniature. But most of them had very unique shapes...
It turned out that we were not alone...this is a mule-deer. I counted over fourteen in this herd but this is the best picture...
On the way to the Petrified Wood Forest, we stopped and took a couple pictures...
And here's another one from Brice Canyon...
I hope you enjoyed the pictures...stop by again...
My Journey of Change...
Well, I managed to survive another milestone. I went to church this weekend for the first time since my husband died...actually, I didn't have an opportunity to go when he was in the hospital for several weeks, either.
Why is that such a milestone? Well, you see we are clergy and he has been a pastor for a couple decades (second career for both of us). So, it was hard to go to church and not have him officiating. I thought I would dissolve into a puddle of tears, but that did not happen. I felt very comfortable and 'at home' if that makes any sense.
I plan to continue going to church, but now I have to wrestle with the idea of going back and becoming a pastor myself. In the past, I was either the Director of Education or as in our last church, the Director of Music.
This idea was presented to me by several clergy friends and that took me by surprise. I do a lot of writing for churches, curriculum and workshops, but had not considered anything else. A lot to really think about.
The third month anniversary is coming up in a couple days. It's still hard to believe that he is not physically present anymore. I don't cry as much, but there are still tears. I think perhaps they will always be around, but more and more about the memories that I am thankful for rather than those I will not be able to make.