Musing on life, family and church...

Well, it's been a long week. Not enough work IMHO and still not feeling the best that I could.

It was an all church campout this weekend so I ditched uprising and went yesterday for one day (how can I get a tan with SPF 50 sunscreen? that's an imponderable). Actually Keladry and I daytripped. She liked playing with Bentley (the Rice's Old English Sheepdog) and it wore her OUT.

Pastor Rice talked around the campfire last night. About how we needed to bond together and how we are family here at Mountainview. I loved that talk as I looked around the fire at the people that I love and who love me. How can I ask for more love then I have right here?

My pastor and his wife -- they took a chance on me (yes, I can hear the ABBA take a chance on me) but more seriously they saw the woman that I am slowly becoming and are urging her to come out of the shell that i have built up. It's scary for me sometimes, but I manage. I love them and they are never afraid to tell me that they love me.

There are so many people in this church that I can't even mention all the names, but all I can say is that I never lack for hugs or love.

I do miss my family though. Desperately. My brothers, my sister, my nephews, the niece I've never met. My parents and grandparents.

My grandmother had surgery and checked herself out against medical advice and my grandfather (on the OTHER side) is getting ready to be moved to a nursing home. I can't be home to help my parents with the stress of it all. I'm used to being the one who knows about this stuff.

I guess, what's bugging me the worst is that last time I was home, I was grieving so badly because of the loss of a very dear friend. And I didn't pay much attention to my grandparents. I think they'll always be there.

And now I'm afraid they wont'.