Not that I'm wanting to compare it to a boxing match or anything...
The second week, I sat with JEC's sister, Robyn. Early on iin the visit, before things got started, I noticed a sign over the door I normally did not use. It read: SERVANT'S ENTRANCE.
I gasped, and made some comment to Robyn about it, and she laughed... then explained that the sign was over the door you were walking OUT of... so... SERVANT'S ENTRANCE to the WORLD, you see...
And plus, duh me, there was one just like it over the door I'd gone out the week before.
Anyway, it set a lighter tone for the service, and I felt okay for the whole thing.
Last week I sat with John, JEC's dad, and things were fine again. There's something internal going on with me, and I don't know what it is exactly, but at least it's not leaving me an emotional wreck each week.
And I'm liking going, so keep going I shall, methinks.
And methinks I use "methinks" too much.