In Need of Prayer

I am leaving to see my brother a week from tomorrow. He is having surgery on the 27th and my mother has asked me to go with her. My husband isn't to excited about the whole thing. He is worried that I will get there and not be welcome. He is afraid that thing will turn south and I will be stuck because he won't be able to come rescue me. He hates not being able to rescue me and, because he is my knight in shining armor, he become especially angry if he feels that I am being miss treated.

I am going because this is my brother and I love him. I figure some day in the not too distant future there will be a funeral that we will have to attend together and we need to have some kind of civil relationship if we are going to get through that time. So I keep opening the door and hoping that he will step through. So far he hasn't but I live in hope.

My pastor's wife says take my bible and remember to pray, (a given.) She also recommended reading the 91st Psalm every night. I think I will take her up on that one.

I asked my husband if he really didn't want me to go. I wasn't sure how I would make my excuses, but if he wanted me home I would. He said that he knew that I was stuck between a rock and a hard place and that while he didn't like it, he knew that he had more wiggle room than me. So I'm going. Pray for me.

My Husband Is Not a Happy Camper

It's October and in the next two weeks I have to:

• Get addresses to my sister-in-law for my parents 50th anniversary
• Get the financial stuff pulled together for our monthly church business meeting
• Pull things together for the Budget Meeting
• Finish the Annual Church Survey and get it put into the computer, (some people are not co-operating as well as they should so I will probably have to get that information myself.)
• Start a memory quilt for my parent anniversary gift

Before mid December I will need to get the quilt done; make three bouquets; make three boutonnieres; make at least 50 favors for the guests; Get up to see my mother twice (once to somehow make sure her dress fits without her getting suspicious and once just because she expects us to come once a month and I don't want her to be suspicious;) make a poster telling what life was like in the 50's when they got married; Take care of the RSVP; and Collect the glasses candy bar wrappers and a sundry other things for the wedding. Oh and I will still have to prepare for the regular business meetings at church, get thing ready for tax time, get out twice to see my son at Still water, and do school work with the boys. I think I'll just shoot myself and get it over with. It will be faster and less painful.

I would say that I will be glad when January rolls around so that I can slow down, but that was the same song I was singing about summer. Am I crazy or what?