I made it through the door. I cooed at a baby - our newest church member. I wrote my name on an empty list promising to pray each day at two a.m. for the friends going to Moldova. I spoke with one of them - he wanted to know about Amy...then he asked about me...
I dropped a check in the offering plate and scurried to Wal-Mart for milk.
I don't do church well without Amy.
I don't seem to be doing a lot of things well lately with or without Amy.
I walked the aisles of Wal-Mart and wondered if God will accept a man who worships Him only by cleaning the toilets and mowing the grass at the church and leaves the rest of church to someone else.
Tomorrow I have a Deacon's meeting and decisions I think.
