wednesdays are full of it.

okay bear with me as we review.
some people are theological in their blogs. some are introspective. others are funny or sad.
mine for today is more of a reflection on how a day full of random crap can cause one to say "what the heck!"

6:45 a.m.: a major ice shower lasting the one hour kids were coming and going from the parsonage a la youth breakfast. (biscuits and gravy was a major hit....thanks to a gracious church lady.)

got to church finding that i did not have my house/church key set. $%#*!
(i have 'building keys' and 5 separate sets of keys, one for each car...for a total of 6. confusing most of the time.)
back home.
searched and searched. no keys.
went ahead to hannibal for disciple clergy cluster gathering.
generally worthless meeting. these people just don't like each other, nor do they have any desire to talk, relate, commiserate, or generally laugh. thanks be to God for our new area minister who tried to bring life to a group that should not be a group.

found keys in car seat in a spot i had searched twice. (this is a pattern, having lost them last wednesday night at church....finding them on my desk that had been searched twice.)

back to church to work feverishly for two hours prepping a bible study no one showed up for.
took advantage of said situation to do more prep for youth group. good showing. having major problem getting high schoolers....as in the girls who bring life to the deal. what to do. what to do. this combined with the high energy of 5 middle school boys, a church with no real gym or play space. wow.

okay, so now everyone has some perspective on their happy lives.....
serious notes: when one is out of ideas and doesn't seem to have the time ('seem' being the problematic term) or support to implement new ideas that would bring greater success to a ministry....what does this mean?....what does one do?

ps: i did laugh a whole lot at a book i have of cartoons from the comic strip "GET FUZZY"
hilarious cat et al. crazy in fact. i suggest checking it out asap.