Here we go again. Andy's name was put before our congregation this morning as a "candidate" to serve as an elder. Candidate is not the right word, but it's the best I can come with right now. He served until a few months ago, when we had a shake-up and all them men decided it was time to step aside for a while to let some things work through. During this time, we've had some time to consider if serving would be the right thing at this time. I say we, because his service affects me directly. I am one woman who likes the way God has set all this up; I get to watch my dear husband serve in a most honored place, and yet I don't really have all the stress he has to deal with. I'm excited about the list of men who are willing to serve, and I pray for a peaceful transition. These can be the best days of our congregation's history, and I hope these men fall in love with each other and serve many long and fruitful years. To God be the glory.

Sweet dreams!