Thinking On A Thursday

 So, at church on Sunday, the speaker was talking about spiritual gifts.  He mentioned faith.  Referenced Alma 32.  Which I re-read to refresh my memory because I'm not even close to being a scriptorian and remember very little references (except maybe my favorites though they're all supposed to be favorites).

Anyway, it was clear this was a meaningful chapter to him.  At first I thought he'd quoted a portion of a verse, but no it was a paraphrase.  But I loved how he said it - it went something like this:  Faith takes root in the heart as hope.  

Most anything that involves hope speaks to me.  So I noticed what he said.  And in the time it took me to scramble for a paper and pen to jot down his words, I probably mixed or misremembered them somehow.  But I still like the sentiment.  It validates our need to keep hope alive in our hearts as it helps us in so many ways.

Just got a call, there's another funeral on Tuesday that I'll be playing for.  So happy we had the piano tuned so that it's music sounds better.  I've practiced and practiced for the song I'm accompanying on Sunday.  That's a hard situation for me.  But it'll be over soon.  Somehow or other they feel confident enough that they only needed one 20 minute practice (two weeks ago) and one more short one on Saturday.   This will be the last time I say yes (I've got to learn how to gracefully decline) to this person.  But the funeral on Tuesday with Robert will be much better.

We splurged on a wrist brace yesterday.  I'm not fond of pain.  Don't know what's happened to my wrist, but any time I try to lift something or push on something, it just about gives up the effort.  Like I don't have any control, my wrist has just decided to say no. I figured I'd try to give it some support as much as I can and see if whatever is going on won't heal. Unless it's arthritis in which case I'll probably just have to tough it out.  The only issue with this little brace is that I'm in water so much with all the meal prep / cleaning (and then there's the piano playing, the crocheting, writing) etc. that it's on-off-on-off-on-off...all day long.  

So, my day will again be spent learning another new piano song amid the usual stuff I've got going on.  We're getting ready to meet with the tax preparer (that's kind of a daunting burden every year).  We actually have a movie to see tomorrow afternoon, I've a couple library books to pick up (good thing, I'm out of actual physical books to read) a new recipe to try and a couple deep breaths to take.  I think right now I'll focus on the breaths.

So grateful for prayers.