08 January 2008

Year 7

This Sunday is our annual meeting. As I prepare for it, I can't help but get butterflies in my stomach. Historically, it is not among our finest moments as a congregation. I'm praying for a different experience this year. This IS year 7, after all.
And isn't year 7 when it's all supposed to turn around?

1 comment:

more cows than people said...

may grace abound, dear april. may it flow like our creek on january 7th- this year...