A Great Night

I don't know if a nightingale sang in Barkley Square tonight, but my Christmas tree DID fall on Amanda Ross.

I invited the student pastors in the Heartland North District to my house for chili tonight, just to gab and let me know anything I should know. Five women showed up and the picture of them is above. On the couch from left to right: Martha Truax (Dearborn) and Karen Tutak (Malta Bend/Grand pass) Standing: Judy Frost (Turney); Me (DS); Emily Carroll (Orrick); Amanda Ross (Polo)

I thought we would have a good time, but we had a GREAT time. We were loud; there was no lag in conversation (instead several times they were all talking at the same time); laughter was abundant and even some tears. And I finally threw out (well, I told them it was my bedtime--sorry Emily and Amanda) at about 10:45. I heard about classes and professors and worship and family and friends and what Christmas will be like, and I heard a lot of love for these churches. And I heard such joy and excitement from Amanda as she contemplates her first full time appointment in July. She said, "I can't wait!" So watch out Missouri, here she comes.

My tree fell on Amanda during one of those very loud talking and laughing moments. We tried to figure out if it was a sign from God, but were having trouble figuring out what the sign meant. Probably it meant that I need to figure out some way to secure the bottom of the tree better.