We had a great time at the music summit but it is good to be home again. I will catch you up on the summit tomorrow. It was about 11:15 when Debi dropped me off here last night and midnight by time I got to bed. I was up at 6:30 and off to church. I was afraid to close my eyes when we prayed lest I fall asleep. 
I finally relented and took a nap this afternoon. I knew I wouldn’t survive to make it back to church to play for the evening service if I didn’t get a little shuteye!
We had a missionary speaker tonight. The evening started with an ice cream social followed by the service. I was in the bathroom when the missionary’s daughter came in to wash her mouth which was ringed in chocolate sauce. 
She was a cutie. Her mom wasn’t in sight and she wasn’t tall enough to reach the faucet so I helped her clean up. The missionary and his family work with the Culina Madiha tribe in Northern Brazil. The tribe lives on a reservation and like all indigenous Brazilian peoples, the Culina are technically wards of the Brazilian government. The missionaries have a daunting task ahead of them in working with these people. They believe in two creators – two brothers. One did everything right and the other could do nothing right. Both have long since departed leaving the tribes to their own devices. When the missionaries talk about God, the Culina see Him as the “good brother” in their creator story. They definitely have their work cut out for them in ministering to these people.
I got home from church about 7:45. I told Bill I was ready for a snack as I had not eaten since lunch (except for the scoop of ice cream at church). He asked if I wanted to go to The Roadhouse for prime rib. He called to make sure they were still open and see if they had two large cuts of medium rare prime rib left. They would be open until nine and had the meat. We arrived at 8:15 and were the only patrons in the restaurant. When the prime rib arrived it was most definitely NOT medium rare. She brought out two more pieces which were just perfect. We ate a little of it and brought most of it home for another day.
I checked my calendar and, thankfully, there is no place I’m supposed to go until Wednesday. It will take me that long to recuperate! I’m outta here for tonight and hopefully I’ll catch up on some good sleep tonight.
Though darker, rougher, grows the way
And cares press harder day by day,
With patience in His love I’ll rest,
And whisper that He knoweth best. —Pentecost
God’s love still stands when all else has fallen.
Hi Diane. Was finally able to get out cyberwalking again and wanted to check on you and see what you were up to ... 
Hi Carol, I get a "lump in my chest" reading your thoughts that you share .. thanks for reminding us how life is a 
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