On Tuesday I was in Spring Arbor for the monthly conference pastors’ gathering and as always I met new faces. One of them, a fellow youth pastor no less, said, “Has anyone ever told you that you look like Pam Beasley?” I was a bit taken aback and smiled my reply, “No.” I don’t know. Watch The Office and you be the judge.
I baked chocolate chip cookies as a thank you to a wonderful older couple at church. Today the husband said, “Those cookies were fantastic! Really wonderful! The only bad part is you always have to have another one.” I was proud.
This morning was church cleaning day. Boy, you don’t realize how dirty things are until you start scrubbing them. I was in charge of washing down the fellowship hall table and chairs, cleaning out the currently-empty-soon-to-be-filled baptismal tub, and cleaning the kitchen. (Man alive…it must be some secret church creed to put plates back in the “papertowel”-labeled cupboard and the papertowels in the “salt and pepper” labeled space. Rinse and repeat.) After I was done with my kitchen cupboard organizing and counter scouring and floor sweeping and et cetera one of the ladies walked in and exclaimed, “WOW! This kitchen looks great!” Again I was proud. “Thanks,” I said, “I love organizing.”
I do not, however, love mopping kitchen floors on my hands and knees. That unfortnate task awaits me in my own kitchen.