I am too old for 12 hour days!

Whew...I am home! It is Monday evening about 8:00 p.m. I left for the Monday prayer breakfast this morning at 7:45 a.m. Breakfast at Carol's Cornerstone Cafe was good as was the conversation and concern of those present. Wayne and Sally Beck had already headed for Florida to get ahead of the incoming storm. John and Gail Hancock were already in Florida. Charles Merlau had to work so Judy, MaryJo, and I joined the Ellises and Wilsons for prayers. (We may be small in numbers, but we are mighty in deeds!) After breakfast we shared a discussion of concerns for others. Then we sent our prayers for many people to our listening and understanding Lord. As I do each week, then I sent an email to our NPUMC "prayer warriors" list so they can all share in prayer for those on our list. By now it was around 11:00 so I headed west to check in at church. Then expecting the worst weather, I decided to head down to Franklin for my monthly visit with Myrna Beck and Frances Kissell. I figured I may not be out too much after today. Myrna was not feeling at all well so after a prayer with her I headed over to the main building to see Frances. She is over 90 and has been living there for 23 years! She is "sharp as a tack" and still walks down to the dining hall for three squares a day. It's good exercise as it is about half a city block...one way. We talked and laughed and reminisced about her childhood and the booming town of Gem where she lived. (Her father had a small gas station and restaurant on the north side of highway 40 just east of 500 West.) After prayer, I figured I'd better get moving back toward Indy. Upon arriving at my truck I found my keys were still in the ignition and naturally the doors were locked. I went back inside and finally found an inner city key...a coathanger. Since I have past experience with such things, I was back on the road in about 15 minutes. JT called me and he was still a bit under the weather. So I went from Franklin to St. Vincent's hospital to cover for him. He had planned to go see Carol York. I got up there by 5:00 and after a short visit figured I'd better get moving home before the weather hit. OOPS....It was already pounding me with freezing rain as I traversed the parking lot to my truck. I headed for home only to find it took me almost an hour to get as far as Meridian and 465. After several more prayers...and calls to Anita to reassure her I was OK, I arrived home. I am hungry and pooped. Maybe Tuesday will be better. LOL

In His Service,

Roger