A.M. With Amy

I'm out the door in a moment. I will spend my Sunday normal time of worship sitting in a naughahide chair drinking coffee with my wife. Periodically someone will come in the door to poke and prod her.

We'll make plans for when she's out of the hospital, much of that will be dictated by her.

There will be no songs and fellowship. No sermon or communion.

There will be prayer though...I suppose that's all that really matters.