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 13, 2026 (Pentecost 16/Trinity 15/Proper
19/Ordinary 24 - A)
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Texts: Exodus 14:19-31; Psalm 114; Romans 14:1-12; Matthew 18:21-35
*Call to Worship*
In sacred times of word, wonder, and awe,
in ordinary days of work ...
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