The Bravest Thing of All Is To Hope

"And in the dark we climb this slope
'cause the bravest thing is always hope."
Binary from The Light of Things Hoped For by Brave Saint Saturn

"Deepest oceans of despair
This vast and somber
Charcoal night of space
Have you given up yet?
What hope lingers in the crevasses and corners of your soul?
I know you
You haven't given up yet
You are brave in this darkness, Saint Saturn
Sometimes the bravest thing of all is to hope"
Atropos from The Light of Things Hoped For by Brave Saint Saturn

No profound thoughts to go with it. I'm just enjoying their music right now. I'm also enjoying having BonnieJean, Chera, Ethan, and Naomi all home and in the same room.

The headache and stupid feeling from yesterday is gone, praise God! I just have zip energy but I can handle that, kind of.

I'm rereading Jane Austen's Emma. I had forgotten how funny Mr. Woodhouse is. "Poor Isabella..."

I'm also finally reading Rodney Stark's Victory of Reason. It's been recommended to me for forever. I'm only in the first chapter but it's good so far. It's a deep enough book that you have to take it pretty slow.

I got some wrapping of Christmas gifts done today. I love wrapping paper and pretty bows, but I am so bad at it. In fact, right now I can see the lovely gold ribbon that matched BonnieJean's black gift bag so perfectly lying on the floor next to said classy black bag. *sigh*

I have an itch to go Christmas ornament shopping. I'm noticing some terrible holes on the tree right now. I want to get some pearlescent (sp?) gold balls and maybe some more red ones, too.

I've decided to quit the praise band. Sunday was the third or 4th time I've shown up for rehearsal and had no music stand, music, or microphone. So, I'm taking the hint. I'm trying to extricate myself quietly. I just have to come up with an innocent but honest answer for when everyone starts to ask me why I'm not playing anymore. BonnieJean and Dad both suggested finding another group to play with because it is something I have really enjoyed. Something to think and pray about.

Humor from church

Mike, Jim, and Greg (music director, guitar player, and bass player, respectively) tease me to no end about my height. They never cease to amuse me and everyone else! I came into practice once and Jim had lowered my music stand as far as down as it would go. Greg hums "It's a small, small, world" when I walk into a room. Mike calls me "our representative from the little people village" (whereas he calls Jeff, the most Indian looking Indian in OK, "chief of the village people"). Today when I got up to talk about doing missions at VBS Greg got Dad to yell "Stand up!" It was hilarous!

Also when I got up to talk about missions, Gyda called me Sandy for some weird reason. So when she handed me the mike I said "Thank you, Glenda."

This morning Bro. Tobie got up to do the announcements and said "Good Morning! Welcome to First Bap---North Park Trinity Baptist." Unfortunately, his mike was off so only those of us up front caught the gaffe. We nearly died laughing.

A couple of weeks back Sarah, a girl in our church, was talking to Sam, a gentleman at church.

Sarah: How old are you?

Sam: 49 (or something, don't remember).

Sarah: Are those your own teeth?

Sam: Yes.