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 November 16, 2025 (Pentecost 23/Trinity 22/Proper
28/Ordinary 33 -C)
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Texts: Isaiah 65:17-25; Isaiah 12; 2 Thessalonians 3:6-13; Luke 21:5-19
*Call to Worship*
This day! This day we will give thanks to God,
who cradles us in...
3 days ago

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