This recovery stuff is on my nerves. I'm doing very well for which I am grateful.
However, I get tired too easily and this frustrates me. Going full-steam-ahead is my preferred mode.
And, I have weird dreams. My preacher group is convinced I'm working out the anesthesia remains but this theory is unproven.
This morning, I woke with a start thinking, "I'm not being a prophet! I spend too much of my time being a shepherd!"
Shocked, I got out of bed and wandered down the hall for coffee.
It's true. I shepherd the Sheep rather than prophesy to the People. Dang.
All this prophet stuff is swirling around in my head because of Sunday's lectionary texts: 2 Kings 2:1-12 and Mark 9:2-9. Elijah, Elisha, Moses and Jesus.
I'm returning to the pulpit without telling my doctor. He's busy and I'm not telling him.
A preacher can't stay away from her pulpit without consequences and the absence of preaching is impacting my healing (or so I thought I'd say to the Doctor if he suggests I'm returning a tad early).
I'm working on these texts with delight although I do feel that I JUST PREACHED ON THE TRANSFIGURATION YESTERDAY and now we are doing it again.
My mental clarity lags at times but I do feel that waking up with guilt over the lack of prophetic witness is a good God thing. The thought I had later, where I mused that maybe the Transfiguration is similar to "Extreme Makeover", shows I best stick to the text and not wander away.
If you need me Sunday at 11 am. CST, I'll be in the Pulpit,