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 August 24, 2025 (Pentecost 11/Trinity 10/Proper
16/Ordinary 21 - C)
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Texts: Jeremiah 1:4-10; Psalm 71:1-6; Hebrews 12:18-29; Luke 13:10-17
*Call to Worship*
Before we got up this morning
and decided to come to church,
*God...
4 days ago
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