I know.
It's not snowing.
The sun is even shining.
The wind is breezy and bold.
But it is starting to feel like November. When everything is really dead and grey and cold, but no snow.
I don't like the inbetween time of the transition. When it isn't fall really, any more, and it is not quite winter.
Makes me restless.
and my toes are cold.
Liturgy w/communion for September 14, 2025 (Pentecost 14/Trinity 13/Proper
19/Ordinary 24 - C)
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Texts: Jeremiah 4:11-12, 22-28; Psalm 14; 1 Timothy 1:12-17; Luke 15:1-10
*Call to Worship*
The foolish say, 'there is no God.'
*We come, trusting in Jes...
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