Someone gave Our Lady flowers last night at Biblical School. Somehow I can pass this statue all winter long and not give it a glance, but in the spring, it captures my attention and I find it beautiful.
It was my last class of Biblical School last night. Actually, we had our last lecture last week, so we had a potluck dinner last night. It was so lovely, it was 9:00 p.m. before I ever looked at the clock. I will miss the classes, I will miss the fellowship of the group. Some of us will stay in touch, but it will never be this class again. We have an all day retreat on Saturday, and then graduation is next Friday evening.I am looking forward to all of it.
Yesterday at work we had a little gathering to acknowledge the closing of a(nother) unit. The last patient was discharged on Friday. The last child at our hospital. We are now only four units, all adults. A few of us older folks reminisced about the days when there were eleven units there. Now we are grateful for the four units, and only hope we can remain open when we are that small. State budgets are a frightening thing.
I am today home with a migraine. It is much better this afternoon than it was this morning, but I am still about to go back to bed.
Thankful for a comfortable bed, an open window with curtains billowing in the warm breeze, the brand new leaves on the tree outside my window, and a nice big glass of ice water. That is how I shall spend my afternoon. Thanks be to God.