Our volunteer event was a month ago, so you can imagine the amount of accumulation and fermentation that has happened. It smelled so bad I could taste it. At one point I gagged, amidst the laughter. As I was driving back to Lynchburg tonight, Rob called to tell me he could still smell the aroma hours later, admittedly I could as well.
Carrying other peoples "stuff" is a pretty nasty job. I have higher regard for sanitation engineers now. The truth is though, we are called to do it. To listen. To encourage. To pray. To carry each others "stuff".
Its not always easy to allow others to carry "your" stuff, we have an image to protect. On the other hand, its not always easy to carry other peoples "stuff" either. I was greatly encouraged by the response to the previous post. The prayers. The encouraging comments, on here and Facebook. Thanks for carrying my "stuff".
Cole is sleeping, somewhat restful and we look with anticipation toward what tomorrow may bring.