Today was a blessing. There isn’t another word for the time of worship, Debbie’s sermon on the resurrection, and the affirmations I received from congregants about my sabbatical. I’m flooded with the excitement and gratitude of well wishes and promised prayer. If I was giddy before (and Debbie told each service how over the top elated I was this morning) I’m now simply joyous.
My sabbatical is begun. I’m sitting on Amtrak, my first train ride ever, alone; I couldn’t be more happy or content. As I pull away from the church, ministry relationships, regular responsibilities I feel as I’ve started right. Goodbyes mostly made (especially to departing seniors). Inbox is empty. Fall ministry plans made. A sabbatical plan in hand that I think will actually nudge me somewhere new. Where? Let’s find out together.
More about the plan tomorrow, perhaps. For now, I’m going back to reading Liar’s Poker by Michael Lewis. Thanks to M. Easton for the loaner.
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