It’s been quite the weekend and Monday.

• Church Saturday night was huge. I mean, what are the chances that a modern mega-church would sing my favorite childhood hymn? Obviously to get my attention. I’m not sure exactly what is in store for me, but I can feel something brewing. (And that is humorous only to me – and maybe Nathan will get it.)
• I have cooked 2 nights in a row. Shimp boil last night and lentil soup tonight. I’m doing pretty good.
• I have a serious lead on a new job. That came out of the blue. If it is going to happen, I’ll tell you the story then.
• I think we’re gonna get cable. So we (I mean, I) don’t have to choose between Grey’s Anatomy and the Office.
• I’m not sure who decided it was a good idea to put chocolate chips in the banana nut bread Clif bar, but I am very appreciative. They haven’t always been there. I’m glad they are now.

But it hasn’t all been good.

In the past, I’ve talked about my grandfather and his struggle with cancer. He had a really rough year and was starting to look better. This weekend, the doctors found spots on both lungs. It is terminal. It is hard for me to deal with it, being hours away from my family and not having any flexibility with work to go home and be with my family. I have to work Saturday. No way around it. The family is going to be together – little brother in from Kansas – and there’s no way I can be with them. But I know Papaw will be okay. I know he’s tired of suffering, and he’s got a whole family that I have never known waiting on him. The last time I was visiting him, my Mamaw was talking about how maybe his death is what needs to happen to bring my mom to Jesus, and how my grandparents have talked about that, and they are okay. Mom and I talked about death and heaven quite a bit tonight. So I’m asking for prayers not just for my grandfather, but for my Mom as well.

I’m not in the mood anymore, but I have a great story about a Nigerian woman I had a conversation with today. Remind me to tell you tomorrow.