Weary after a long night with wakeful hours. For some reason my brain decided to trace my
history with St. Paul’s Episcopal Church from meeting Wendell to my 85th
birthday just two weeks before shut-down. I went through every priest changes, the
trouble with Marilla, being Senior Warden twice etc. It is a long story and I
miss having access to my place there. I thought about the Sunday after the
incident with the truck when they prayed thanksgiving for me and sang Amazing Grace.
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