I came out from under the covers

Sunday afternoon was spent almost exclusively in my room, snug and warm, even getting too warm at one point. The near constant drizzling and colder air made for a perfect day for vegetating. After Justin and I got home from church and lunch, we each retreated to our retreats. He went to sleep but I don’t believe that I did, although I certainly would not have minded.

I had to be at church for choir rehearsal at 9:30 so it did not pay to get there for Bible study. It begins after 9:00 due to the Sunday school opening first and it is disruptive to have the choir members leaving the study in the middle. Some of them do do that, but I am hardly graceful in my comings and goings. I just go straight to the rehearsal.

As our tiny in number choir rehearsed, the door to the breezeway opened and in came my friend, Emily’s, sister and her family. Every month I send them a prospect newsletter so it was great to see them come in. Another lady came in when they did, and I assumed she was with them. It turned out she was a visitor from the nearby apartment complex.

She listened as we went through our quite mournful Psalm 6 by Haas, with the refrain asking the Lord for mercy and in the verses we implore “How long?” at the end of each. The melody is haunting, especially so with Sterling accompanying the refrain with his bassoon. After we were done practicing, I greeted the visitor and she said to me, “Your song was so joyful….” What? There was nothing joyful about it, and if so, we messed up big time. I simply got her situated with a service folder and a first-time visitor goodie bag, leaving it at that.

After worship several people came up to say how much they liked the anthem, saying how moving it was. One lady had her little girl comment on it, which is remarkable. Mike C. lead the Bible study and worship as the pastor and his wife enjoyed a weekend away before Lent got into full swing. I understand I missed an interesting class so I should have made the effort. Rats!

                                                    

Justin and I decided to dine alone for lunch as there was fellowship after worship and I did not wish to stay. We went to Chili’s where I had my ‘usual’, bringing about half home for another meal. Justin had some sort of salad and polished it off. Our plans were to have leftovers for dinner but then he got a last minute invitation to have dinner at his friends’ house on Fleming Island. I was left to my own devices, eating the rest of the sloppy joes I had made for Saturday’s dinner. I make good sloppy joes and am not afraid to admit it!