Warning: I haven’t posted in a while – this could get wordy.
Life in general is good. Busy, but good. It’s mostly filled up with Work, Bells, Barbershop, Choir, the house, Charlie… and two furry four-legged children. Oh, and wow.
NEVIH went to Ontario last week and brought home new shiny 3rd place medals! It took 11 hours to drive up, and another 11 home – but a group of us rented a car, and watched movies, sang, and talked the whole way up and back.
So wait? What does the title have to do with this?
Absolutely nothing :)
I am a Congregationalist, go to church most Sundays, and at least attempt not to zone out during the sermon. I welcome other religions, and have no problems if your beliefs differ from mine. Now that that’s out, indulge me by putting up with a bit of religious ramble. In church this past Sunday, our minister was giving one of his patented 3-point sermons (his sermons always have 3 points…) and I was trying to be a good person and not nod off since I was in the choir loft, and EVERYONE was looking at us. (see wedding pictures for church layout) The minister was quoting someone (I forget who) that compared the Gospel to Winnie the Pooh. Huh? Since when does Winnie the Pooh have anything do to with religion? But his point was this. We tend to live our lives like Eeyore – something’s too hard, it’s not going to work, etc. What we need to do is live our lives like Tigger – willing to try anything, do anything, or go anywhere. And he’s right. I know I could be more like Tigger. It won’t happen overnight, or anytime soon, but I’m never one to speak up when I should, or volunteer when I can. Maybe I need to try to change that a bit. One reason being…
I have to sing a solo in a performance on Dec 1st /cringe /shudder /stagefright
Now, about that last part of the title. After the service got out, like usual I had gone up to the robe room, hung up my robe, went and returned my music, and headed back down to leave. As I was going down the stairs, a friend (and fellow barbershopper) was coming up. She asked me to wait, and then gave me a big hug (well, as best as possible with us both holding choir music and hymnals) I was kinda confused when she had asked me to wait, and it must have shown on my face because she said as she was hugging me “Just a hug. I’ve been wanting to do that all morning”. Then we said goodbye and left. Something about that hug made my day a little bit better though. There is definitely something with random acts of kindness and making someone’s day.
