It’s moving day. This week I’m moving all my junk from the office to the house. It is somewhat reminiscent of those days following final exams at Lipscomb. I’d always wait til the last minute trying to savor the last few minutes with friends. This time is no exception. I’m dreading having to set up this equipment and am spending the last few days at the office. Plus I don’t care to lug stuff back and forth from work to home. I am looking forward to sleeping late and not having to fight traffic.
The retreat last weekend at Short Mountain was fun. Not anything extremely exciting happened. I got lost on the way down there….ended up going to the Warren County line before realizing I was on the wrong road. We did drive up to the firetower for a great view of the valley. Short Mountain camp is a good camp, although it seems a little packed in together.
At the church Homecoming we had 968 people for worship on Sunday morning…just 32 short of 1000. I didn’t see all that many people that I hadn’t seen in a while….mostly people who I had no relation with at the time they were attending…and I have no relation with now. The afternoon service ran a little long. From having gone on the retreat I was a bit tired and almost decided to go home.