If everyone here couldn’t tell, the last few weeks for me and my family have been…hectic. I mean, let’s take a look at my sermon last week. During Cam Broken Arrow Ranch, God gave me some amazing abilities to speak extemporaneously, with preparation of course, but with few or no notes, for a morning and evening worship, and I thought that I could do it again, and without checking with the Lord first. It was easily the worst sermon I have ever given, and I know for a fact that I’ve given at least one other with minimal preparation, something that I absolutely HATE doing. I mean, you all, when I am here, have an expectation that I will meet certain standards, and last week…well, the only real excuse I can give is that I had a whole heck of a lot on my mind, namely the fact that I was living out of cardboard boxes (not that I was housed in one, understand, but that practically everything I owned was in one. Also, I was worrying about getting into the new home, worrying about how I was going to get my furniture over there without a U-Haul truck, worrying about Stacy overworking herself with getting an entire home packed up, moved, and then unpacking in less than 72 hours. And if anyone is curious, yes, we are totally unpacked, and all boxes have been broken down and taken to the dumpster. We began moving Wednesday morning, and I got the last of everything IN the house yesterday, as well as cleaning the entire apartment with the help of Sabbath and David. Holy smokes. I had to get it done so that tonight, after Sabbath is over, I can go over to the apartment and meet Stan, our Landlord, and show him the clean loft and hopefully get my deposit back. I’m worried that it isn’t clean enough. I’m worried about David and Chase and Ashlynn (my niece) and her mom getting back to Wichita okay. And oh, am I worried about tomorrow!! Stacy packed us up last night (yeah, we unpacked so we could repack yesterday!) so the girls and I head to Omaha for the Mid-America Union Pastor’s Conference. And there is so much in my life to stress out over and/or worry about! And the worst part of all of this is the simple fact that every one of you here knows exactly what I am talking about, as each and every one of you have worries and stressors of your own. I don’t need to tell any of you about your worries and stress! And even more so, can we say “First world problems?!” There are people who are genuinely wondering where their next meal is going to come from, or where they are going to lay their heads down tonight, or how they are going to get to see a doctor for the cough they’ve been battling for months.