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 July 2026 (Pentecost 9/Trinity 8/Proper 12/Ordinary
17 - A)
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Texts: Genesis 29:15-28; Psalm 105:1-11, 45b; Romans 8:26-39; Matthew
13:31-33, 44-52
Call to Worship
On this day of worship, we call on God's name,
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