There was just enough rain last Sunday night to settle the dust, now we’re ready for the REAL rain storm. Bring it on! Celebrating birthdays this week are David Vater on the 20th, Dorothy Asbill on the 21st, Bob Davee and my husband, William Howard on the 22nd. On the 23rd, Kenneth and Virginia Durst will celebrate their anniversary and on the 24th Lee and Amy Jordan will celebrate their anniversary. Many happy wishes for everyone. Keep all our servicemen and women in your thoughts and prayers, they are there for us and we should be there for them in any way possible. Please remember all our loved ones who are healing from medical concerns, as well as those receiving treatment for cancer. It’s a tough road everyone involved faces but it’s a comfort to know there are people thinking of them and praying for their speedy recovery. Also remember those who are housebound or in nursing homes; they cared for many of us and now it’s our turn to care for them. I was saddened this week to learn that we are losing our pastor in June. Maybe I should rephrase that, shocked and saddened. I understand that pastors need to go where they are needed but, I’m not ashamed to ask, what about us? Don’t we need his guidance and council too? Are we not worthy of a thoughtful listener, an educated leader and a compassionate guide in our spiritual lives? I couldn’t begin to count the times he has sat with me at a hospital, prayed with me, while we waited. And I know others have had that same experience, the comforting prayers, the support to lean on, the calming presence he (and He) provides. For me, I feel like I am losing something necessary. In the time Pastor Mark has been with us, I have truly found my faith, something I didn’t realize was missing until it found me. And now, I feel a bit lost. Whenever his sermon touched something in me, and brought tears to my eyes, I always blamed him, but he would say, “it’s not me, it’s the Holy Spirit moving in me.” Perhaps it was, but Pastor Mark was the one delivering the message. I know we’ll move forward, life is about goodbyes, but perhaps, this one time, it should have been a goodbye saved for a later (much later) date. God bless you and your family wherever your ministry tates you. You will be missed.