Okay, so on February 1st I fell in my own kitchen, and two weeks later I decided to get it checked, so it WAS broken. I had a nudge to go get it checked, and now I'm sorry I did. The pain was bad enough, but w/out getting it checked I could deny it and not believe it was broken. But when the x-ray confirms what you don't want to know -- it's not a good nudge.
Another nudge was one of a call to make a change as to my assigned diaconal ministry. Leaving a parish that had loved me and accepted me for seven plus years, well, it was not a nudge I wanted to accept as well. But it just wouldn't go away, and after months of thinking and praying and praying and thinking, well, I knew I was being called in another direction, and so my resignation as Grace Church's deacon. Overall my good memories will overshadow the not so good thoughts and experiences, and I will never ever forget the faces, especially of those that let me cry with them and laugh with them and hold them, and be held by them. I will never forget... and through it all I think of Julian, "all shall be well."
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