Catching my breath...

Wow...it's been a busy weekend! We spent most of our time working with the youth at church on Friday night and trying to get some things organized with them. Then we were working on the church floors and putting in the baseboards and working on the foyer all day Saturday. I am loving how the new tile floors turned out! I wish I had a before picture that I could find to post. We should be getting our new doors to the sanctuary soon, and the new clear windows to replace the stained glass in the foyer and that will make a huge difference also. Here's a picture of what we have so far...now to find some chairs and a table for the other side of the foyer, and a rug.



Saturday evening we spent at the hospital with my father-n-law, visiting with him and taking care of some things he needed done. Only to come home (very late) and find that my iron had decided to press it's last garmet. So, all the way back to the next town to Wal-Mart so we don't have to wear wrinkled clothes to Sunday School. This was when I realized how far Wal-Mart was from me...it's about 27 miles ONE WAY! But, there was no other choice since we live in a one-horse town and there are no drug stores or such stores that carry irons open past 9pm. The grocery stores close at 10. Yeah, I'm having some problems adjusting to that!

So, I'm happy to report that we found an iron at Wal-Mart, and made it to church without wrinkled clothes Sunday morning. When we arrived at the church Sunday Morning we found this on the church sign...

Needless to say, I got a little emotional. The church was having a welcome dinner for us after service and it was just awesome. My father-n-law could not attend the service because he was still in the hospital, but he wrote a letter for one of the men to read to my husband and myself...welcoming us to the church and to being the assistant pastor. I am not usually a big crier, but I shed quite a few tears during that few moments. We feel so humbled and so loved by everyone here at PHOP, and they have just made us feel at home. To say I love these people would be an understatement. I think about them and pray for them every day, and feel like they are a part of my family. I'd do anything I could to help them.

My husband done an awesome job with the services Sunday morning and Sunday evening. We had a mighty move of God and had one to receive the Holy Ghost Sunday night. We are so excited about all that God is doing here in Louisiana. My father-n-law was able to come home from the hospital today, so we are thrilled about that. He has a long road ahead of him to get his strength back but I'm positive that God will give him a speedy recovery. So, after a busy weekend and a long Monday, I am off to bed to get some much needed rest. Tomorrow is another day and I have lots to get done then. Hope everyone has a blessed week.