We can't seem to get enough of this wild weather. Apparently, we are getting another one to two inches of snow overnight. Where are we supposed to put it? We already have eighteen! It gets better though: Saturday night low, 2 below zero, Sunday high, seven above, winds up to 35 mph, wind chills Sunday to thirty below.
Ahem. I'm singing on worship team Sunday. The cold turns my bronchial passageways into cocktail straws. Rehersal Wednesday night was canceled due to the snow. Of six songs, four are very familiar, one looked familiar but turned out to be something else, and the last is totally brand-spanking new, written, I think, by our worship leader. She sent an mp3, but no charts, so a good part of Saturday will be spent sitting at the computer trying to learn it by ear.
It's a bit...difficult...to let go and worship when you really aren't sure what you are doing. But at the same time, it is precisely those instances that force you to rely entirely on God - to do the very best you can, and trust that He will bring you through and use it for His glory.
Other than singing to myself all day, I plan to run any errands I can think of on Saturday, simply to avoid having to stop anywhere after church on Sunday. As always, there are the quotidian housekeeping tasks - a bit of laundry, a bit of dusting. The sewing room/office needs a straightening; I find it difficult to sew in there when it's cluttered. Season five of Monk awaits, and catfish is on the menu for tonight.
Sometime on Saturday I have a lunch date - no firm plans as of yet, but sometime early afternoon. My preference would be a Mexican restaurant, redolent with the spices of a warmer locale.
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