Two Sundays ago, we didn't meet by mutual agreement. (But we did gather on Saturday at a diner in Ephrata and then Evie and I took three least of theses shopping at WalMart.) Last week we cancelled because Evie was sick. This week we took a brief trip to Virginia Beach to check out some things concerning a timeshare week we own there. It was a long grueling weekend only half of one day was enjoyable, ending with a six hour drive home which concluded, for most of the last hour, on back roads in Lancaster County weaving through about two dozen Amish horse and buggies and driving over what seemed like two tons of horse poop.
I am very glad to be home. We will have a few quiet hours together. The world's greatest church greeter stayed with the family that rescued her from the puppy mill (and then lost their home and her to foreclosure.) She is home and we are all reunited.
I'll say what I have before. Gathering is a joy for me. We love hosting it in our home. But, since we realized that the Lord prefers mercy to religious ritual, I, at least, done fret about missing a gathering or two.
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