I talked to my mom earlier. My gramma, who lives in the Great Blue North, has cancer.
She has her MRI today, and they are going to decide how to treat it. Mom said it was multiple myeloma.
She just turned 80. She's already had "heart episodes." She has macular degeneration.
Why this too?
She's the first member of my family to get cancer.
I'm worried.
Pray for her, please.
Thanks.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Church today
I went to church this morning, like thousands of others.
This is monumental for me because I have not gone to church since Ash Wednesday. And certainly not since I've moved south.
It's like I gave it up for Lent and enjoyed it so much I kept sleeping in.
But, I realized I can't keep doing that- I was always shaming myself, blah blah blah. And I realized I always was a spiritual person, and the forum for me to practice that is to go to church.
I looked around for awhile. My upbringing was very strict conservative (no women preaching, etc etc). I decided I didn't want to keep attending that particular flavor of church, because there was little value for women outside of our role with kids. I don't have kids. And I get exhausted when I try to teach them. I've been there, done that. I do believe there is a key role for women in the Spirit world, and when churches devalue that, or only value the child care giving role, it's not a good thing. And that is the church in which I grew up.
So, I was nervous about going to a new church. I went to a Catholic church, for the heck of it. Why not? But, since I was not reared Catholic, I was a little nervous, not knowing the movements and stuff.
And, to top it off, I was running late.
I hate running late. I hate walking into something late. When I was growing up, if we were late, I would hide in the bathroom during Sunday school because I didn't want to walk in late.
So this was significant for me. I was late. And I couldn't figure out how to get to the church. I could see it from the main road (it's a big building, you know), but I didn't know how to get to the road it was actually on.I was about to give up and go to the Methodist church down the street (which started later, so not only could I find it, I wouldn't be late!).
Frustrated, making several u-turns, I made a turn that was successful! And I wasn't the only one who was late, which makes things better. I walk in with others.
I walk in saw something I had never seen before. Standing room only! At a Catholic church, on a random Sunday! I understand when it's one of those extra special days, but this was Nov. 16! What's special about that?
So I stood. I didn't have a missal, so I had no idea what was going on. Since it was my first time in years, and I didn't have a book to follow along, I tried not to feel too bad just standing there.
It was a really nice service. I couldn't understand the priest- I don't hear well in that setup, the mike was kinda soft, and his accent was kind of thick. But I stayed. And was glad I went.
I'll go again.
This is monumental for me because I have not gone to church since Ash Wednesday. And certainly not since I've moved south.
It's like I gave it up for Lent and enjoyed it so much I kept sleeping in.
But, I realized I can't keep doing that- I was always shaming myself, blah blah blah. And I realized I always was a spiritual person, and the forum for me to practice that is to go to church.
I looked around for awhile. My upbringing was very strict conservative (no women preaching, etc etc). I decided I didn't want to keep attending that particular flavor of church, because there was little value for women outside of our role with kids. I don't have kids. And I get exhausted when I try to teach them. I've been there, done that. I do believe there is a key role for women in the Spirit world, and when churches devalue that, or only value the child care giving role, it's not a good thing. And that is the church in which I grew up.
So, I was nervous about going to a new church. I went to a Catholic church, for the heck of it. Why not? But, since I was not reared Catholic, I was a little nervous, not knowing the movements and stuff.
And, to top it off, I was running late.
I hate running late. I hate walking into something late. When I was growing up, if we were late, I would hide in the bathroom during Sunday school because I didn't want to walk in late.
So this was significant for me. I was late. And I couldn't figure out how to get to the church. I could see it from the main road (it's a big building, you know), but I didn't know how to get to the road it was actually on.I was about to give up and go to the Methodist church down the street (which started later, so not only could I find it, I wouldn't be late!).
Frustrated, making several u-turns, I made a turn that was successful! And I wasn't the only one who was late, which makes things better. I walk in with others.
I walk in saw something I had never seen before. Standing room only! At a Catholic church, on a random Sunday! I understand when it's one of those extra special days, but this was Nov. 16! What's special about that?
So I stood. I didn't have a missal, so I had no idea what was going on. Since it was my first time in years, and I didn't have a book to follow along, I tried not to feel too bad just standing there.
It was a really nice service. I couldn't understand the priest- I don't hear well in that setup, the mike was kinda soft, and his accent was kind of thick. But I stayed. And was glad I went.
I'll go again.
New start
I decided to scrap all previous attempts at blogging and start a new one.
I'm making some interesting changes in my life, and I think this will be a good place to work it all out.
Some things I will probably blog about:
work (I'm a social worker.)
church (I'm a professional seeker.)
family (but with names changed to protect the innocent.)
I'm making some interesting changes in my life, and I think this will be a good place to work it all out.
Some things I will probably blog about:
work (I'm a social worker.)
church (I'm a professional seeker.)
family (but with names changed to protect the innocent.)
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