Time.....

Last year our preschool was Monday, Wednesday , Friday, as it has been for years. This year is our first Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, . It's working out so nice for everyone. Our students get the benefit of working on projects everyday without interruption.

But I never know what day it is. It has been a very tuff week for our tiny community. Around the corner from my home is a tiny country church. Truly one in the middle of farm fields. It's very quiet there now. Except for the grain dryers you can hear in the distance. A family is getting ready to say there final farewell to there twenty year old son. The community has been grieving with them. Our youth have come together over social media to grieve.

But my thoughts this week have been with that mom, a friend. There are no words. As a parent the pain is just that. Pain real deep pain. She has no idea of the number of people praying for her people she does not know. People she will never know. 

When my daughter called to tell me for some reason I had in my mind another child, I woke up at two in the morning realizing who she was truly talking about. I was sick thinking of these two young men then realizing my mistake in my mind. 

This morning I read the obituary and the times of the calling and funeral. Thinking today was saturday , I thought I had missed the calling on Friday eve. Again my mind not with me I quickly called my senior friends to tell them I would not be over this morning to help them I needed to go to a funeral. Getting ready for my day it dawned on me it was Friday ! 
The calling is tonight. So I took this morning to slow down. Made some coffee and tried to get my thoughts together. 
All week I have thought of this mother and her week. She has been in my prayers. I have been praying for her all week everytime she comes into my mind. Which is a lot . 
My thoughts are mixed up my days are mixed up. I live in a very small community.
I have complained often in a small town everyone knows your business ......how easy it is to forget everyone often shares your pain and grief as well.