Update...Update...Update

We interrupt this program to bring you the most current news in the world of me, the blogger known as Brenda, which, coincidentally, is my name. I'll also answer to Brender, Mom, Mrs. Brenda, Aunt Brenda, Bren, honey-darlin'-sweetie pie or witchy-poo (depending upon which mood the hubster thinks I'm in, and he's entitled to his opinion even if he's wrong, so let's just leave it at that, shall we?) and/or hey beautiful. What? It could happen.

Tomorrow is the last day of our fiscal year at work, and they threw us a party this evening to celebrate. We left work early for the festivities, which included our own version of American Idol and a drawing for door prizes. Y'all, I won a door prize! I rarely win anything, but today I won a coffee table book donated by the Georgia Museum of Art. "California Impressionists" sounds impressive, no? I love my job.

So far, I've received no response to the email I sent to my home church regarding the questionable link on their website. I sent it to the pastor and the youth minister a week ago and a couple of days later to the church secretary. I even sent a second email suggesting another link they could use instead. Still haven't contacted the webmaster, which is probably what I should have done in the first place, and haven't decided yet if I will. I'm trying to figure out why it matters so much. I mean, I know why I care what they have on their website - because I'm still a member there. But why does it bother me that I've gotten no response? Carl suggests the possibility, regardless of the close relationship I had working with them for 5 years, that they haven't taken kindly to the idea of men being rebuked by a woman. Could be, I guess. I hope they didn't take the email to be rude. It's not the first email I've sent to the pastor. The last one was rather heartfelt, a note of appreciation and encouragement, following a service I attended in which his sermon ministered to me. No reply to that one either, but it didn't bother me like this does. Leaves me feeling kinda church-homeless.

Maybe they forgot to wind the internet. It is Hooterville, and high-speed access wasn't available when I was there. Oh well.

Thank you all for your prayers for my girls. Keep 'em coming if you would - we're not out of the dark yet. I don't speak with them daily, though I try. It's comforting that they are together, and I have informed them that I do not intend to let them be separated again. Yesterday, when I spoke to Sarah, I asked her once again to pray that God would give her a desire to grow in her faith and a willingness to trust Him in all things. She said she would. I'm praying that He'll strengthen the bond between them and prepare her to come with her sister for the school year. I would so rather have either or both of them resent me now for uprooting them than to have them resent me the rest of their lives for not seeing to it that they were firmly rooted in Christ. Whatever it takes, Lord. Whatever it takes.

Well, that about wraps it up. God bless you for stopping by. Hope your day is absotively, posilutely wondermous!