I'm going to be honest.
I had a draft written of this blog, and I was about to publish it, but instead I accidentally deleted it. This comes at a time when the Patriots have just won their game (which you'd think would make me happy as a Rhode Islander, but quite contrary) and I learned that my favorite restaurant/bar changed ownership as of ALREADY, so I had to toast my last pumpkin pie martini with the former owner tonight. I'm having trouble remembering exactly what I said, but I will do my best because my day started out as a 12 on a scale of 10.
I woke up at 6:30 a.m. this morning full of excitement. It was one of those days where you wake up just knowing it's going to be a great day. My church just finished two weeks of prayer and fasting, and I felt like we had every reason to be full of hope and joy. Personally, I felt renewed. I drank coffee for the first time in two weeks, and I was brimming with all the good things. I wanted to hug every person I saw.
But one of my happiest moments of the day came at 9 a.m., when I helped my fellow parishioners make 200 sandwiches to go to Crossroads in RI, an organization that feeds the homeless and hungry (you can learn more about it on my Outreach Page). This is something that The Church of the Redeemer has volunteered to do every January for as long as I've been attending, but it's so fulfilling to actually do something. There were seven of us working in a conveyer style fashion to get these sandwiches prepared in under an hour, and we reached our goal.
I hope that the people who received those sandwiches could know that it wasn't just turkey, ham, and swiss I was sending them; I was really sending them 200 hugs.
Cover photo credit here