I had one of my overnight retreats with a group of colleagues last night and this morning. As usual, it was a wonderful opportunity to get away and catch my breath. I was up too late, and didn't sleep very well in my hot room, but it was worth it. It gave me some direction for my personal retreat this Sunday.
I jumped back into things when I got back to the church. We had our winter party with the kids we mentor at the local elementary school. I was the story teller. I read the story and begin diagnosing what I see in the kids. I'm sure the one girl has Fetal Alcohol issues.
This evening I will be teaching a class. I thought it would be easy, but even with the leader's guide, this one took a great deal of preparation. I'm grateful I'm not preaching this Sunday.
Daughter continues to insist I get her out of the house. She wants to come back to live with me. I have contact information for two different homes I'm going to check out. Hopefully one will be a good match for Daughter.