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 December 17, 2017 (Advent 3 - B) - Texts:Isaiah 61:1-4, 8-11; Psalm 126; 1 Thessalonians 5:16-24; John 1:6-8, 19-28 *Call to Worship* When God restores our fortune, our dreams will come true...
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