My blessings for grace, beauty, preparedness, stamina and good humor go with you as you count ‘em down for Mr. Jesus.
Remember the restaurant kitchen worker’s motto: “You have to slow down to speed up.”
DO. NOT. RUSH.
You can’t think when you’re frantic.
You don’t breathe when you’re frantic.
Be calm, take a moment to get your thoughts together and consider your words before you open your mouth. Remember that we never get credit on earth for the spiritual discipline of not TOTALLY LOSING IT, but God sees and God knows. And God knows you’re going to be so glad when you don’t TOTALLY LOSE IT although you’re sorely tempted to let the true opinions fly about what went wrong in the preparations for these many worship services.
It’s a trying time. In your most exhausted moments you want to whine, “Just because God did a miracle over two-thousand years ago doesn’t mean I’m capable of doing a miracle today of keeping my sanity doing four big special worship services in three days!”
Have a smoothie, rub your feet, take a cat nap.
Breathe, and slow down, and take a Q-tip and clear the crusties and smudged mascara from under your eyes. Put your shoulders back, chin up, and get out there.
We’ll have a Whine, Wine and Check-In on the other side of the Resurrection.
Kiss of peace, PB