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but it pours" category .....

OK, guys. Let me preface this by saying that I am NOT the type of individual that must live life crisis to crisis. I'm perfectly happy to have great things happening, and even ordinary things.

That said, here's how our week's gone:

Sunday was Tom's last service at his church. We had only one service, then a brunch honoring Tom and his ministry there. Lots of laughs. Lots of tears. Our 10 year old daughter Miriam handled it amazingly well, considering.

At this point, the plan was that, with the new interim priest's permission, Miriam and I would continue to attend the church through the rest of the school year, so that Mim could stay in the same Sunday school for the year and so that I could continue to meet with the Daughters of the King chapter that I helped found, and was the president of up until I had to resign with Tom's departure. This is also the only active chapter of DOK in the state.

Monday was a rather low key day. I sent an email to the new interim asking permission for Miriam to remain in Sunday school and for me to continue attending chapter meetings.

Tuesday, I check my email before leaving for work. The response from the interim is that she would prefer Mim and I to find another church, since our continued presence might hinder the grieving and healing process at the church. Major blow to the gut. I was counting on seeing everyone again. On the way to work, the van starts making really ugly noises and smelling very hot. I make it to work, and wait a couple of hours to call Tom about it so that he can sleep in a bit. Finally call around 10:30 to find out that he had just gotten back from the vet. Our puppy got into the older dog's medicines, and ate about half of them while Tom was in the shower. Had to be induced to vomit it all up. (She's fine now, by the way. $200 later)

We get the van towed, then a friend of Tom's calls him asking for help because HER car was towed (VERY long involved story) and she was stuck at work and her child at day care. So Tom picks up Miriam from her cello lesson, me from work, drops us both at home, then goes and picks up the friend and child.

Then, as if all this isn't enough, on Wed, after picking up the now fixed van ($250), and just before Tom heads out to help the friend get her car back, I get another email. This one's from the church, asking for prayers for the new interim priest. Her husband died that morning!

We don't have any details on the death. We're assuming it was unexpected, since they had just moved to Minnesota a few months ago.

So we're all just kinda shell shocked right now. Tonight is my first missed Daughter's meeting, and I'm feeling it. The women in my chapter are some of my best friends.

So I guess it's time to ask for pixie dust again, for everyone involved - Tom, me, Miriam, my chapter, St. Nicholas church, and Penny, who just lost her husband.

I think I may be offically overwhelmed now. Maybe I should start building an ark???????

[DCLFANATiC]

[graygables]

Diannah...you know what rainbows stand for...no arks! I am so sorry to hear about your week! How awful for you. Sending you (and everyone!) tons of and prayers as you go through these tough times!!!

[buzzspal2]

[DrDolphin]

[LizardCop]

[Colexis Mom]

Gosh Diannah!

[Snapple]

[GATechGal]

Diannah, Here's the pixie dust for all involved. Once you hit bottom things can't help but start looking up.

[krisk11]

Try to keep your head above water and wait it out. It will calm down again I promise.

[tigger22]

[katspjs]

[barries5199]

I simply don't understand how a congregation of worshipping people can choose to exclude someone, especially someone with such a warm and open heart as you. Since I don't have any understanding, I will just send hugs and pixie dust. Somehow, it will all work out.

[BritDisFan]

Goodness gracious! .

Karen

[Tink and co.]

and take care! Next week has got to be better!