Waiting for summer to end.

And enjoying the bounty of peaches and plums and melons and squash.

Waiting to see what it’s really going to be like to pastor two churches.

We had our first two church Sunday this week, and it worked. The kids and I can’t make both churches every Sunday, and our primary commitment is to the first one…but I’m waiting to see what our involvement will look like.

The new church invited us for a barbecue Monday evening, and we began to fall in love with this little congregation in this church that is over 130 years old and includes – surprisingly – my Algebra 1 teacher from high school and another member that went to college many years ago with one of my favorite cousins.

God’s funny sometimes.

And then we’ll try taking gluten out too…because he is too much like me in so many ways.

Waiting for my assistant to come back when mom and dad go back to work.

He just makes my days sunnier.

Waiting to see if everything finally falls in place for me to go back to school.

And wondering how to make that work with everything else – family, homemaking, exercise, the assistant, church.

Waiting one more week, for summer break to end and the great unknown of high school and fifth grade to begin.

Praying for good experiences, good teachers, good friends.

Waiting for new schedules to shake themselves out.

Waiting.