Square pizzas, acoustic guitars, and a trash can.

Do you ever not realize that you work hard, all the time? I never think I am working hard enough or getting enough done even though I know without a doubt that I am working all the time... I try to take time in the evenings that I don't have meetings to NOT work, and wake up early enough in the mornings to have at least two hours to myself before "work", but I can sense that sometimes I need to step back and look at what is going on. Do I need a break? Can I take a break? Is this real life, and how real life just IS, or is it just me? On Sundays, my brain moves a million miles as well as my feet. It's 2:00pm and my ankles will be swollen until Tuesday.

(If you're wondering what kind of crazy morning someone can possibly have on a Sunday, maybe one day I'll have to write about all that goes on in just one day of what I essentially do: produce AND lead a worship service (band, servant-leaders, everyone... at the same time).

I try to avoid these kinds of statements, but I have the best boyfriend in the whole wide world (yeah, I just said that). He's been so helpful, and so kind, and so patient, and so steady. Even when I am moving faster than I'm sure the rest of the entire world at certain times, he's there reminding me to breathe in and out because my own brain fills up and forgets those supposedly involuntary functions on Sundays.

He's super.

So is every single one of the people I work with to make The Anchor happen. I know they do not work as long and hard as they do for me- they do it for God, because God is TRULY the only thing in all creation worth working this long and hard for. These people want to worship God and offer their own free time and lives to making this worship happen. As someone who is responsible for leading each one of these people, as hard as I work and as swollen as my ankles are by 1PM on a Sunday, these people work just as hard and sweat just as much for The Anchor AND for so many ministries in the church. Even when I'm burned at both ends all the time, these people inspire me to begin again each day. They help to pay me, but I want to work for them. I am so thankful for this church community.

I was challenged today, it's always easier when it's over though. Not excluding the people who don't go to the Anchor, I like the people who attend The Anchor (and help out, obviously). I really do, all of them. I was pleasantly surprised to see my college chaplain in town with her husband today. They came to the service (even in another location) and it was just so nice to see a different but familiar face! It couldn't have been better timing!

Now for some pizza- but not the square kind... the kind that prompted this post... the kind my sweet boyfriend is bringing home while I debrief and write this blog.

I need to make my mind be quiet now.

One more service. I will be happy to see the WIUMC Tapachula mission team this evening via SKYPE!

Lindsay