Ask, and ye shall receive...

I’m still wound up tighter than an eight-day watch, but I’m feeling better. I’m still talking fast—my telltale “I’m anxious” sign—but I feel calmer inside. The thing I was so afraid of is working itself out in a way that I think could be really amazing. And I’ve had a few good conversations about all of it.

Breathe. All shall be well.

I talked with my priest today, about new ways to be involved in my parish. He asked me to coordinate the younger-adults group. I said yes. I asked him if I could teach an adult ed class; I’m taking “Postmodern Christian Education” right now and need a project anyway. He was really enthusiastic—and now I’m going to lead a four-week series, during Easter season.

Eep! I'm up for it--but I've never done that before.

All this amid papers, reading, and my middler review (another eep). Back to work! Thank you all for your prayers; they are truly helpful.