It was windy and raining at 12:00 noon yesterday, as I was finishing up with a couple and preparing to officiate at a wedding at 3:30. The wedding was scheduled to be outdoors. uh-oh. It wasn't raining hard, but it was kind of a sideways rain. I prayed on the way over in the car. I knew they had a contingency plan for indoors, but that they REALLY didn't want to do that.
And the rain cleared out. Just in time.
The wind, however, did not let up. So the unity candle did not stay lit, and the butterflies they had wanted to release at the end of the service -- pretty much kept their wings folded. But the wedding was located in a beautiful area, a secluded bluff surrounded by trees.
After the wedding and the reception (chicken or steak), we went home to take care of the dog. I tried to tweak my sermon until a little too late into the night.
In the middle of the night, there was a terrific thunderstorm. The skies just broke open and loose. This morning as I walked Scout, a little earlier than usual, it seemed eerily calm and quiet. The calm after the storm, I suppose.
I knew that on the agenda this morning were three services at which I would preach, and a crammed 10:00 service with the Blessing of Three-year-olds and a Baptism. (This service I would preach and preside while the Senior Pastor led an adult forum.)
And when we came indoors, I noticed that Scout was acting strangely. She was hiding behind furniture again. She has another small "hot spot" developing. We put the "headgear" back on and gave her antibiotic spray, and will call the vet in the morning.
In the meantime, I'm a little worried that she is stressed because I have been so busy lately. I know I am stressed. Individually I love every single thing I am doing. (well almost everything). But all together they seem just a little too ... heavy.
Balance. That is my dream.