Today, I rest, read, pray

Grandma Fausnaugh, 93, Knoxville, July 2007

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Today is a Rachel Day. Yeah, don't bust my chops, every day is NOT Rachel day.

Today I'm resting. Reading. Praying. Not working. Though I must confess, two new story ideas are running around in my head.

Saturday night we concluded our anual In The Fire conference. It's a steady, building, encouraging conference. More intercession and worship centered than ministry centered.

Then I came home, tidied up Sweet Caroline until 2:30 a.m. and sent it off to Leslie. :) When Tony woke me up for church, I wined like a second grader, "I don't want to go to church."

"You're leading worship."

"So, what's one Sunday without it? We are so in a rut!"

"Rachel, get up."

"Meanie."

Yet, God met us. He's so gracious. Very present. I did "I Surrender All" as the last song, and later a couple of twenty-somethings told me how much that song blessed them. They just sighed and fell into Him.

I expect a comment like that from 40-plus-somethings, so how refreshing to hear from 20-somethings.

Came home from church, crashed for a few hours, then went to Matt and Jodi's to play Euchre. We gabbed so much we hard paid attention to the game! But, hey, girls rule. (Hi-five, Jodi.)

Pal's been acting weird lately. We're not sure if he's sick or sad or what, so we took him to Matt and Jodi's with us. (Note to self: vaccum car.) He seems better today. We've been so busy and I was gone for over a week, I think Pal's routine got messed up.

Tomorrow, notes from the Donald Maass worship I attended Friday last.

Mom and nephew, Asa, Knoxville, July 2007